I love my phone!
Everybody has something they praise, care for, love, or use more than anything in life. That thing you just can't live without, whether it's a personal accessory, toy, or living thing; most commonly, even a phone. This object's significance is as valuable to you as your own life, though to you...and you only. How could you live without this thing, what would you do without it!?
These questions don't really cross your mind because you won't ever lose it, why would you? Out of all possible things you absolutely know you can't lose it. Awkwardly you reach into your pocket or wherever you keep it, and it's not there.
Let's say it was in your pocket, though not there anymore. By instinct, you continue to search that pocket so thoroughly, it's as if that pocket is one to another dimension. It seems that way since you have had your hand excavating into the side of your leg for so long. Your heart is pounding against your chest, and it will burst. Your face is hot while the hair on your everywhere stands up as if they were commanded by an officer. Ideas, theories, hypothesis, and stories flock like ducks inside your intellect.
Many questions develop and cloud your thoughts. What lead to this? Why is this happening to me? Who did this to me? Today may be the day where your existence now really is in vain. You begin to criticise yourself: "Stupid me, stupid me!" Just before you finish planning the most suitable suicide, your God blessed your other hand angelically and proceeds into the second pocket of your pants.
It's a miracle, a phenomenon, a time to rejoice!
Within 6 seconds, your life flashed before you, you mentally crippled yourself into believing your existence was less important than the mere likes of a paper clip and managed to give yourself a concussion, heart attack, stroke, and asthma attack.
Within 6 seconds your Will was mailed to your most beloved, and you forgave everyone for everything. Tears of joys must have flowed like a waterfall out of your eye sockets. Your other hand, A.K.A, your saviour, retracts from the pocket holding your soul - holding the object most dear you.
Congratulations you have experienced the sensation of ejecting from a fighter jet.
In a matter of seconds, your everything was destroyed and you had no time to react because immediately after the tragedy you came to your senses and was set free.
