Short Short: I Hated Your Optimism

One morning, my right hand was gone.
There was nothing beyond my wrist. I cautiously squinted at the spot where my right hand should have been, but there was just smooth skin; it wasn't a gruesome stump.

My phone alarm went off, and I realized my right hand was missing when I tried to grope for the phone and couldn't grasp it at all. I had no choice but to stop the alarm with my left hand, which seemed a bit displeased.

Anyway, it's a huge problem for me that my dominant right hand has disappeared. It interferes with my work as an illustrator, and daily life is, well, quite inconvenient.

For now, I couldn't find it anywhere in the house. I figured it wouldn't have gone outside, but when I looked at the front door lock, the key was missing. I was absolutely certain I had locked it, so my right hand must have taken the key and gone out. By the way, the front door was properly locked. That sounded like something my right hand would do.

I finished getting ready with one hand (and my non-dominant left hand at that), struggling all the way. I never imagined it would be this inconvenient. Getting dressed was especially difficult. I had planned to wear a striped shirt today, but since buttoning and unbuttoning with one hand was too hard, I had to change into a striped T-shirt.

Why did my right hand leave me? Did I overwork it? No, wait. I've never even heard of a hand just wandering off on its own. What on earth is going on? It's too baffling.

In any case, what I need to do now is search for my right hand. What a handful. I was planning to spend today relaxing and watching movies.

Still, without any clues, there's no way I'll find it by searching blindly. That would just be a waste of energy. Besides, there's no way I could know where my right hand would want to go. The brain is here with me, after all.

Or rather, is there even a need to look for it? My right hand has the house key and it locked the door properly before leaving. Maybe it will come back to this house once it finishes whatever business it has.

Yeah, that must be it. My right hand might have things it wants to do, and I should just go ahead and carry out my plans for the day.

After all, I have my excellent partner, my left hand.

Well then, let's go watch a movie.

(End)