Pants.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Click. I jump up out of my bed feeling refreshed. The day feels young, you know what they say, a new day, a new- wait a second! Where are my favorite pants? Crash, the sound came from another room. As I walked toward the sound my cat, Muffin, rushed past. As I enter a room I see a lamp, broken and on the floor. I continued on my quest carefully. As I turn the corner to go to the next room I see her standing in front of me, confused and scared. She just stands there slowly getting angrier and angrier, as if she thinks the pants are hers. I raise my hand in anger as if I was about to yell. The robber mimes my moves down to the point of the expression on my face. I start to walk toward the woman, the woman does the same, as I move closer I realize that there is glass in between the robber and me. The wall below the window has obscured my view of the pants. I stare into the eyes of the robber for a while.  I start to let my mind wander in the eyes of the robber and I start think why hasn't the robber run yet? I decide to scare her off by yelling at her. I raise my arm again; I ignore her pantomime of me and continue with my scaring process. I yell,

"Give me back my pants!" I see her copying my mouth movements, mocking me, but she still didn't run. This was the most daring and calm-headed robber ever and all it did to me was make me ever more annoyed. All the robber looked now was angry and annoyed, still probably copying my emotions. I just couldn't figure her out; she just stood there, copying me, not speaking. She must be a professional mime. This struck my last never with this robber who was full of herself. I bend down and grabbed a thick, wooden dowel and ran toward the window. Holding like I would a spear it hit the window, all of my weight behind it. The window cracked, but I was confused. The one robber was gone, but now there were many of her, each one confined to their crack of the window. Each one also mimed me and had my same expression of confusion. I then realized what I was seeing, what the drinks from last night had kept hidden for to long, I was looking into a mirror. I looked down to confirm this presumption and saw that I was indeed wearing my favorite pants. I walked back to my room and looked at my clock. The clock read six a.m. I crawled into my bed; because after recent events and definitely needed sleep more than work and it was Saturday wasn't it? It didn't matter as I slowly drifted off to sleep trying to avoid a hangover from all of the drinks I had last night.