Before I went under the covers and snuggle my self in. Right in the moment I realized I can’t sleep without my journal, yes the journal that helps me with my thoughts to study in the morning, the journal that comforts me when down and hollow, the journal that has all recordings and documents of all the events I seen. I need my journal, that’s the only way I function. I look every where for it, under the bed, on top of the bed, the night stand, and many other places my jornal could have travel… A HA! I found my missing journal. It was in the cats cubby the whole time.