Needle in A Haystack

   Maybe not literally true, but close enough.  "Have you seen my ring?" he asked, as he was getting ready to leave.  "I'm pretty sure I put it on the top corner of the desk in the bedroom.  I know I had it at J's house last night."  This didn't sound too encouraging to me, especially since I'd noticed the night before, at the restaurant, that he'd been wearing the ring on his little finger, irritating to his ring finger, he said.  He'd made a cursory, rushed search of the area where he thought he'd  left it, and came up empty.  He had to leave to catch his train, so now the search is up to me. 
    I started with the bed, stripped it of sheets and cases, ran my fingers through the bottom rail of the innerspring bracket, moved the bed out  from the wall, pulled away as best I could the old trundle bed frame still beneath  the mattress and box spring.  Nothing, despite my lying on the floor with hand vacuum and duster.  Next I attacked the bookcase headboard, removing each book to make sure the ring hadn't slipped between its pages.  No luck.
    Back to the desk, already searched, but not that thoroughly.  I took every single item off the desk and out of its cubbies with no success.  I pulled the desk out from the wall, thinking maybe it had fallen behind.  To move the desk, I had to take out from under it all my file boxes and bags that I'd used over the last 15 years in my job. A formidable task that yielded nothing.  Of course I'm thinking he lost the ring at the restaurant or somewhere outside my house.  He did not sound completely confident as to where he put it.  I start to put the stuff back, to where it's been stashed for years now, and then I have the thought that maybe I should look inside the boxes and totebags, just because I've been so thorough up to now.  I look through a few with no results, not that I'd really expected any by now.   As I looked in the largest box, the one holding folders and notebooks, I see in the corner a rounded object-----the ring!