Every night I sleep with an eye mask and earplugs, and every morning the earplugs have vanished. My days begin with flipping the pillow and blankets in search of them, and this morning, once again, they are missing in action.
| 耳栓 | みみせん | earplugs |
| ぐっすり | ぐっすり | (sleeping) soundly |
| 行方不明 | ゆくえふめい | missing; whereabouts unknown |
| ひっくり返す | ひっくりかえす | to turn over; to flip |
| 迷子 | まいご | lost (child or thing) |
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