sleeping senseless

“Where is it? I can’t find it.” My sister pawed through the closet like a squirrel in search of its forever misplaced acorn.

“Huh?”

“Where did you put it?” A dirty sock landed on my face.

“Wh.. what?”

“Where is it? Where’s my necklace? Where did you put it?” The dresser drawers, now the innocent victims of her midnight rampage.

“ … necklace?”

“MY necklace. Don’t play dumb with me. I KNOW you stole it.”

I rubbed my eyes. “I wish you’d make sense. Which necklace – what does it look like?”

She turned, the dumbly contented sleepwalker. “Well, actually,” she said, “it’s socks.”