"I can't find my pink Guess jacket!" Sure as the day lasts for twenty-four long hours, I knew that it couldn't possibly be in my room, or could it be? The last time I saw it, it hung on a white hanger, closest to the left wall of my closet. It couldn't just vanish into thin air, so I whined and whimpered then shouted with frustration. Escaping my mind, the fact that my clothes hung from the chair, draped across the AB Roller, and idled extremely close to the corner of an unmade bed. A dozen glasses, cups, and water bottles all half full ....