Where are my pins?

An hour to find my pins. They're nowhere to be found. Lost. Perhaps they are in a corner. Perhaps they are in a box. Perhaps they are just out of sight. Perhaps they fell between the worlds. Perhaps they flew on celestial winds. Perhaps they were hidden by gnomes. Perhaps they were eaten by a dragon. Perhaps they were gathered up by dwarf-smiths and set around jade. Perhaps they spun a story too daring for even God, and were condemned to the darkness. Perhaps she took them. Each a lie, but each more reasonable than the last. I descend away from my sanity. Here, too. Lost.