Lost and found pen

There on the forest floor she sees her old pen from when she was a child. They had taken her to the forest and she had forgotten about this pen, which she must have lost there. They did not protect her because they did not know that it was dangerous. She had forgotten about this. But there is no danger. They were right. She had been a child. There is a second pen next to it, identical to the first. She doesn’t remember a second one. It had been her favorite pen. What are the odds of finding it here…? But she has no use for it now. Maybe better to leave it for someone else to find. There is supposedly an improv troupe that sometimes patrols this forest for practice; they might find a use for it. She picks up both pens and places them carefully in her purse. Something has gotten in her eyes. It’s getting late as well, it’s dusk now, and will soon be night. She starts sprinting. No one seems to follow her, but when she gets home, she thoroughly searches her purse and recovers only one of the two pens she had found. She puts it into the same pencil case she used when she was a child, and when she wakes up the next day, it’s still there. She had woken up feeling satisfied and refreshed, but as the day progresses comes to doubt more and more that it really happened that way. Couldn’t it as well have been that she never lost the pen in the first place? It’s daytime now. She is embarrassed about the episode in the forest, and decides to forget about it as soon as possible.