Forgetfulness

last evening ,
I returned from walking
pressed the elevator button
got in , pressed another button
the door closed
fan came on
I smiled at myself
in the mirror
checked myself
from the front and rear
made mental notes
on hair cuts , weight loss
smiled again , ruffled my hair
the fan was blowing gusts of air
then realized
the lift had not moved
In my happy stupor
I was still on ground floor
Having forgotten to press four .