I’m convinced that we have a wormhole in our apartment, that is, something that transports things from this point in time and space to another, alternate universe. I say this because recently things have been disappearing without a trace.
At first I thought it was simply a gremlin or two, like the little creature “Not Me” in the Bill Keane comic, Family Circus. But now I’ve come to realize that there is no other explanation — someplace in our apartment there is a wormhole. Not a stationary one, mind you, but one that twists and turns with the cool summer night breezes.
The first hint of the wormhole was when Doug was looking for a DVD, The Scent of Green Papaya. We had just eaten Asian food, the night was warm, but not too hot, and somehow the lure of the poetic cinematography and stillness in the film was something we both craved. He had just organized his DVDs but the film was nowhere to be found. Not with the other DVDs, not on the desk. It was simply gone.
The next thing to go was our wedding planning book called Cheap Ways To Tie the Knot. The last time I had seen it was when I was working on invitation wording. One of my books is still there but this one is missing.
Last night it was one of Doug’s contact lenses.
But, sadly, the major thing to disappear in the apartment is my cat, Machan. The last time we saw her was on Sunday — she was under the bed. We left in the mid-afternoon for a movie and when we got back 3 hours later, she wasn’t there. We searched all her favorite hiding places, closets, everything. Still no sign. She’s been known to hide away in the closet every now and again for a half a day or so, and so I didn’t really worry until yesterday morning when she still hadn’t appeared. She’s a noisy little creature, and after tearing apart everything we had organized over the past 2 months, we came to the conclusion that she was definitely not in the apartment.
But, she’s not outside our apartment either.
See, Machan is a scaredy-cat. Whenever she sees someone coming, she runs under the furniture. If she ventures outside, it’s only when we are watching her, slinking against the wall, going a few yards only to get spooked by some random noise and come running back. I can’t imagine that if she did get out, she would have stayed out long. We would’ve heard her whines or she would’ve been sitting outside the door.
There is no rational explanation for her disappearance, especially since the door was closed and neither one of us saw her sneaking out.
After 11 years, 2 continents and 3 homes, I hope she comes back. I keep thinking that maybe wormholes can work the opposite way, bringing us back the things that are most dear to us which we have lost to their energetic force field.