Day 66 "Lost Keys"

I lost my car keys today, they just disappeared, up and walked away...vanished! I searched the house frantically, losing my mind in the process.
"I am going to be late for work!" I shouted out loud pissed off at this inconvenience.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I repeated over and over.
"Where did I put those damn keys!"
I know it is way too early to have this type of energy, or to have to go through this type of stress, but I had these keys last night, I know I put them down on the table...didn't I?
Or did I leave them on the counter? What if I left them in the door and someone took them!
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
At this last outburst, Danbox came out of his room and in to the living room, rubbing his eyes he gave me the most irritated look, and I deserved it for losing my cool so early in the morning. There was no denying my complete disregard for the other two still trying to sleep in this crowded place, or the others who lived on the other side of these shitty paper thin walls.
He pointed to the chair opposite the couch sternly, and I knew to obey him without question right now. So I sat down and simply shut up.
After a few moments when he felt that I was level headed enough, the little boxman made his way under the couch, and moments later I witnessed something that would prevent me from ever truly trying to piss Danbox off. Suddenly a low hum resonated throughout the room, the couch became encircled by light, and as it started to levitate off the floor and above Danbox's head.
I could see him fully consumed by a light that could be nothing less than extremely powerful and pure in essence.
With my jaw dropped wide open, he looked pleased at his show of strength, as if he was laughing at how I could even think that this was impressive. He then pointed to the keys that had found there way under the couch, and I made no hesitation to pick them up.
As calmly as he lifted that monolithic couch, he put it down with the same ease.
"Th...thank..you Danbox" I stuttered.
He put his hand up to his mouth in a "shhhhhhh" as if to tell me to not worry about it, or was he really just telling me to shut the hell up at seven am in the morning?
One thing is for sure now that I have my keys again, they can stay lost today.
Throwing the keys back under the couch, I chose instead to walk out the door and into the streets, with only the purpose to take some time to myself, perhaps I might uncover how to cover this exposed raw nerve within my heart; and as for work, what more can I say other than today belongs to me, not them.