there for years.
Maybe she had forgotten about it.
Maybe it was something completely ordinary that had changed appearance after spending so much time underneath the furniture.
Instead of solving the mystery, I was making it more complicated.
Looking back, I was definitely overthinking it.
Eventually, I realized there was a much easier way to find out what it was.
I could simply ask my girlfriend.
The Awkward Question
For some reason, asking her felt strangely awkward.
I had spent all this time examining the object like a detective, building
