Yesterday I noticed that the balloon was gone! I was so excited
because my life is that dull.
I checked the floor for its rubbery orange remains. I combed through the entire tree like a monkey grooming another monkey for ticks. I checked under the tree, but no balloon. Where did it go? Did some extremely tall person break in and steal my balloon?
And then I looked up and saw that it had merely moved to the other side of the room, a new place from which to taunt and torment me.
In its current location I must look at it every time I pass through the living room.
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