It was the fateful autumn season: fall and the month was August. It had been 1937 and I had been drinking tonight. A gentleman wanted some Scotch so I prepared hin a glass, and then I started my weekend of weekly drinking before the factory. I had been dazed, and enjoying my evening with an on and off slumber untill i got cold. It was shivering, dark and alone and I and no idea what to do untill I got my wonderful jacket.
To others, it might have been just a regular old timey coat from back in the day but for me, it was a security blanket. I wore that coat everywhere. It had my favorite scent of cigarettes and scotch, and I had been through hell and back wearing that thing. I met the love of my life wearing it, and attended my first funeral with it. I wore it like I wore my own skin; I could not imagine life without something so dear and precious to me.
I wonder around the seemingly empty and cold mansion to put it on, and resumed my sacred ritual of the night. As the night went forth, my face blushed at the mistress I was enjoying myself with. Others had wenches or a villager for a mistress, but I had her. I took more drinks from her and I felt all tingly and warm inside, making me feel rather pleasant: though it's not something I would ever dare to admit. She flushed my face a little too hot and my body started to feel rather heavy so I take of my coat and have it beside me, and put my scotch mistress back on the Table and lay for what seemed like seconds on the plain brown chair that my father gave me when he was still alive.
I wake up, still flushed from my ritual and I shiver to look for my precious coat. I look on the table, and I look on the chair, and I see only my blankets. Where has my coat gone? I take a deep breath and wonder the maze in the dark and mysterious night to find it nowhere to be seen and I panic. Had someone took my coat? Was someone awake and I hadn't noticed? Was there a theif I must slay to get my coat back?I look outside as I do recall blacking out throughout the night several times in the midst of my enjoyment and I have several flashbacks. The kitchen, the bedroom, the guest room, the dining room. One by one I decide to throughly shift furniture around just to put it all back in the end. Room by room every minute where it had been missing past and I was growing inpatient, I wanted to shout and I felt like beating something into a pulp, no matter how. Finally, I look in the dining room and hope to find my coat there. I find something in the same dark color as the coat and I think I've found it! I pick it up and smell it, but it was not my own coat. It had belonged to me sure, but it wasn't my mystery that had been solved just yet. I find my darling scotch around and I decide to calm down and just accept that it's gone, so I go back into the reading room where I had been nuzzled up like I'd made my own den, and I sit on the chair.
Trying to relax but couldn't, I felt like I was sitting on something, but I hadn't known what it was. I turn around and turn on my dim reading lamp to see what it was, and alas! It had been at the start all along, and I was worried over nothing like a coward. My coat had been with me the whole night, only when I got hot and took it off, I sat on it.
The first of many mysteries had been solved, and I grab the coat and smell that lovely stench and I put it in my lap. I then allowed myself to pass out for the final time where in the morning I shall wake and do it all over again.
