It was late in the morning on this weekend day. I can't quite remember if it was a Saturday or Sunday. I do recall sleeping late which was a ritual for me on the weekend. I sat up in bed, my girlfriend (now wife) still asleep next to me. I put my glasses on and channel surfed the television for a short while. Not long after, my girlfriend got up and we decided to make a day of things.
I made my way first into the bathroom, looked into the mirror and thought about how badly I needed to shave. I removed my glasses and put them onto a counter top my father had built to place over the radiator next to the sink. I put the glasses down in the same manner I have all my life. Never folding them, I just pull them off my face and place them down. I began running the hot water, giving it a few minutes to warm up.
Next, I heard my girlfriend calling me from the bedroom. I left the water running and went to see what it was she wanted. As I got to the bedroom, I could see she was immersed in cleaning the room. I partly expected her to complain about my not having picked up my clothes. As I stood there she gave me a puzzled look. I returned the look and replied "you wanted me?". She said "I didn't want you". "I thought I just heard you calling me", I said. Still puzzled, she insisted "no"<she didn't call me>.
I went back into the bathroom to finish what I had hardly started. I couldn't help but notice one difference, my glasses were gone. I searched the bathroom high and low, checking every likely place I may have put them. A funny thing was that I could remember only putting them down once and not picking them up again. Thinking my memory was failing, I went into the bedroom from which I just came. I asked Sharon if I had left my glasses in the room. She asked me where I saw them last. I told her that I took them off to shave placing them on the radiator cover in the bathroom. Also, that I may have brought them into the bedroom when I thought I heard her calling me. We searched the entire bedroom together. Finding nothing, we checked out the bathroom as well. The glasses were nowhere to be found---gone!
As we exited the bathroom, I had a weird sense telling me to turn right. Turning right I looked into another bedroom of the house. This room was host to the family dog. A few short steps and I was in the room only to find our dog lying at the head of the bed. But, to my amazement, there were my glasses! They were in the middle of the bed, placed there by who-knows-what in an almost ritualistic fashion. Not only were they placed perfectly in the middle of the king-size bed, they were now folded.
Although we'd solved the mystery of where my glasses were, we wondered how they'd gotten there. The bed was made to perfection. The only ruffles in the blanket were where the dog was lying at the head of the bed. There were no other signs of pressure having been put on the mattress top. I mention this because each attempt I made to place the glasses in the middle of the bed resulted in my having to lean on the bed in some fashion. I am six feet in height and have an incredibly long reach with my arms. Additionally, neither I nor Sharon had been into that room yet that day. To this day, I still cannot explain what happened that morning.