I thought something was missing

but when I walked into our kitchen and looked around, I couldn't place it. The kitchen was unusually clean. Almonds on the floor, yes, rice from my lunch. A coffee-ground brown circle stain on the counter. I was running late with my tea this morning.
The bamboo rug was off center. I pulled the suction pads off last year, attempting to clean beneath it. Nothing new. Nothing different.
The motivational peace corps postcards hung unevenly on the wall. The bumper sticker reading "stop bitching, start a revolution" had not been peeled from the cupboard.
I glanced above the sink. Several white thumbtacks were scattered on the wall like stars.
I looked behind me, above the stove. The same constellations. The same story.

Terri...where did your prints go?