In the colorful and sometimes stinky world of Laundry, I, a humble rainbow-striped sock named Socko, and found myself separated from my mate. My forever partner. My other half.
It started out like any other day, I had been in the dirty clothes hamper for some time, along with Stripey, my wife. We went together all the time no matter the outfit, or shoes to be worn with us. We tumbled all about through the washer, spun round and round inside the dryer, and then…nothing. One second I was with all of the other clothes and my beloved Stripey, and then the next I was without her and wrapped up in a sea of clothes I only saw on wash day, but was never worn before with.
Panic crept its way into my tightly woven fibers, which seemed to be slowly unraveling under the pressure, or at least that’s how it felt. We then were all strewn onto the floor from the dryer. The hardwood floors hit me, well, hard. The room was so bright and it was hard to see, but I was able to scurry to shelter under a fake plant in the corner of the washing room. I thought to myself, that I might find Stripey, but to my disdain, she wasn’t there. All that was behind the towering plant was dust bunnies and an old barbie doll.
Long, hot days, turned into cold nights. I still hadn’t found my beloved. I had been through the living room countless of times, dodging the family beagle and avoiding the notorious vacuum cleaner. I have heard some vicious stories of socks meeting their demise to the vacuum in my life. So, I minded my p’s and q’s and stayed far away.
Just when my hope was wearing thin, and I thought I may never even be worn or even thought of once more, a hand reached under the couch. I bounced forward into the hand’s grasp and held on as the wind hit me on my way up. It wasn’t my owner, but it was her little sister!
I soon became her best friend. She turned me into a sock puppet, and I spent my days being the guest of honor at prestigious tea parties, hanging out with Barbie in her dream house, and fighting off the evil dinosaur toys. It was a far cry from my days as a sock in the sock drawer with my beloved, but it was still nice, and I never had to worry. Although a part of me will always miss Stripey.
