What is my treasure?

Over an hour
i scoured inside home
a shoe rack soaked in moisture and sweat,
stinky kitchen,
covert scent: garret,
under the bed,
living room bookshelf,
on the study desk,
the piles of leaves around the house and
the old fence curling unendurable nose of sewerage 
i have not found
gave up with a deep sigh
lying on the wooden floor
looking at the square sky
outside the window
i heard
from the left breast pocket to the floor
glasses fell off
--Daniel snoring sound
just after first birthday--