Lost...

Once again she lets out a deep sigh deep enough to mirror her frustration accurately. She took few minutes to stretch her aching body this time letting out a more awkard sound. She stared outside through the window, it was raining heavily. She watched as the drops of rain leave watery marks as they run down the window.
The raining season is one of her favorite seasons, whether she was outdoors being drenched by the merciless rain or she was indoors cozying up to two or three blankets and a cup of hot chocolate, either way she still considers each raining moment as a gift to humanity.
...but this time around things were different. She is not gazing up to the sky trying to catch the rain, neither was she under any blanket with a cup of hot chocolate. This time she is spending her magical moment searching for a lost item.
Searching for a lost or mispaced items to her has been one of the worst activities on planet earth, because not only does it involve expending a lot of energy, it also cost a lot of mental function. Like all evil things, it starts out being a calm undertaking until gradually it sucks the human soul in, then emotios start to run deep. Hyperventilation commences followed by unwanted perspiration and crowning it is the heart rendering palpitations. These continue with no break until the said item is found or the human finally surrenders.
...yeah, this is why I have a strong dislike and dissatisfaction to looking for misplaced stuffs...