When I Lost My Name

It was a foggy morning today, I peered over my calender to see if it was Monday. Mondays are the days I work, So I got ready for my sister was acting like a jerk. I put my work clothes on but something was wrong, suddenly my name-tag was gone. I ran to the dryer, checked what's inside but found a little crier who just wanted to hide. Then I ran to my room and searched through my closet, As I realized I was in doom, there was a dog drinking out of the faucet. I scanned my bed, looked everywhere, and remembered that I hit my head right, over there. Last place I checked: the living room, saw my baby sister using it as a broom, immediately retrieved it and hoped she's in some phase; adjusted before leaving, into the foggy morning haze.