The Mysterious Disappearing Ring

I like wearing a ring on my left ring finger. I used to wear my class ring on that finger. Religiously. So I'm used to the feeling of something being there. And then I up and lost it. Actually, that's a lie. I know exactly where it is.

About two years ago, I was living in an apartment with a friend and on this particular day I had decided to be productive. So I started doing laundry. When I went to open the dryer door to put in a load of towels, the door was stuck. I pulled and pulled and it finally popped open. But, defying the laws of physics, my class ring was thrown from my hand. I heard it hit the floor, but when I went to look for it, it was no where to be seen.

Months later, my dad came to help me move back home. We were moving the washer and dryer and I was so sure I'd find my ring under one of them, thinking maybe one of the cats knocked it under there. No such luck.

I know what you're thinking. "But Krista, didn't you say you knew exactly where it is?"
I do. It's in the depths of space and time. I am fully convinced there was a black hole in that room. It fell in, never to be seen again.