It was a beautiful day, but i was exhausted...that morning I'd gotten up at 6am, gotten my daughter and myself ready, taken her to the babysitter, gone to class at 8am, gone to grab a quick bite to eat at about 11:30, and then gone to photograph works in the Baum Gallery at the University of Central Arkansas for a class, then gone directly after to work on an art project that should've already been done, then gone directly after to fill up with gas to head to Little Rock at about 4:45pm to visit the Arkansas Art Center for the same class I was photographing work for previously. Then around 7pm I caught the trolley over to this other book store/art gallery that I can't remember the name of to photograph work there, again for the same class as before, and then around 8:05pm was headed out the door with a little cup of chardonnay made available by the hosts only to realize upon the arrival of the trolley that i couldn't find my keys...anywhere...looked all throughout my purse, pockets and on the ground outside...but i was almost positive i hadn't taken them out after leaving the first museum. The only thing i'd gotton out of my purse was my camera...

As i was waiting on the trolley and before i discovered that my keys were missing, I spotted a couple standing beside me. I thought i'd recognized them from the trolley ride over to museum number 2. I was curious as to whether another trolley would be coming back by being that the "2nd Friday art walk" I was on ended at 8pm and it was a minute or two after. I wasn't sure since this was the first one of these that I'd ever been on, I didn't want to be stranded and have to walk back to my car after dark in the middle of downtown Little Rock. "Weren't you the couple i was sitting by in the trolley awhile ago?"

"Yes," the older gentleman paused, " I saw you at the other museum and didn't want to wake you." I had been napping on a bench inside the AR Art Center with a trust that the guard sitting at the desk next to my "napping" bench would let my know when the next trolley was to arrive.

"I've had a long day," I'm just really tired.

"Well, that wine is sure to wake you right up."

I looked at my chardonnay. What artist of age living in a dry county is gonna pass up free chardonnay that they can carry around on trolleys from stop to stop. I said nothing in response. I reached in my purse for my keys to make sure i had them. I misplace them often, and knew that 40 minutes away from home was not the most opportune time to lost them. Not there. I rechecked every pocket. Not there. Checked my pants' pockets. Sat down my chardonnay...they just watched me. "i can't find my keys." I rechecked my purse for a third time. and my pants again. Not there.

"Oh no...well our car is parked at the library. After we get off there, we can take you wherever you need to go." the man looked eager.