Lost and Found.

 In my sleepy stupor,

I did a haiku. 
Correction: I did a poem in a 5-7-5 word sequence.

When I was out running,

I wanted to blow my nose badly.

I searched in my pockets.

My tissue packet had disappeared.

It was no longer in my pocket.

I lost my five bucks.

Keeping it wrapped in tissue,

It probably would dropped off somewhere eventually.

I felt sad while running.

While running back home regretfully,

A tissue packet lay on the ground.

Right in front of me.

As I ran towards it,

It sat really peacefully in the middle.

As if waiting for me.

Nah of course I'm kidding.

But I picked the packet up anyways,

And flipped to the back.

There sat my five bucks,

Stashed behind for emergency and miscellaneous purposes

Just peeking through the wrapper.

So I found my money,

But if I think about it enough,

Perhaps it found me instead.