A chocolate chip just fell off of my granola bar.
It fell onto the floor.
Onto the floor.
And now I can’t find it.
And the fact that it’s just lying there, on the floor, melting in the heat, instead of melting in my mouth or dissolving in my stomach acids—it’s too much to handle.
Oh god, this is like the disappearance of Amelia Earhart all over again.