The missing sock

Hi there! Meet me and my partner. We’re socks! We are white in colour, and our job is to warm our master’s feet and to protect his feet when he wore shoes. Our home was in a clear transparent plastic package before our master bought us from the store. We were washed when he took us home and worn with his running shoes. Our master cleaned us fairly often. When he sees us getting grey with dirt, he puts us in the laundry to wash.

It was raining one night. Our master had sent his other socks to the laundry and he only had us to keep his toes warm. So there we stay on his feet when he went to bed. We were very happy to do the honour of keeping his feet from the bitter chill of the downpour air of the tropics.

Soon the rain stopped. Our master’s foot isn’t cold anymore. Slowly we felt his foot getting warmer and we felt ourselves started soaking the sweat. Our master was getting restless. He was getting uncomfortable. He was tossing and turning in bed. He reached for my partner and peeled her off his feet and threw her away in the dark. Unable to do anything, he peeled me off his feet as well and threw me across the room where I landed in the dark corner of a dresser.

I hated it there. I felt lonely. I was alone. I wanted my partner with me just as we had so many days together. A spider decided to spin its web on me, stretching it to the dresser. I didn’t know how many days had passed since that unfortunate night. The spider web had collected some dust and the spider was gone. It had decided to abandon it probably. Once, I heard my master call out to his father whether he’d seen me around because he can only found my partner. He knows I’m missing! Sometimes I saw glimpses of my master’s shadow fell over me and I will with all my heart that he’d see me here. But he never noticed.

More days had passed since. I was getting anxious. Most people will throw away the single sock when they can’t find the other. I was scared my master might throw my partner away if he couldn’t find me. What would become of me then? I’d end up in the landfills with other garbage and rotten trash. Then one day, I heard the sound of the floor being swept. I heard the sound of furniture being dragged across the floor from its place so the tight space under and around it can be swept clean. I heard it getting nearer. The dresser was then dragged away and I saw my master’s amazed face finding me in such place. He picked me up, beat me against his thigh to clear the dust and puts me in the laundry basket.

As water and soap wash over me, so does my relief. My master washing me means, he still kept my partner somewhere. I was rinsed, wringed and put on the clothes line where I let the sun dried me. I was white as snow when my master picked me up. When my master sorts the laundry out in his bedroom, he picked up my partner, folds and rolls us together and puts us in his underwear drawer.

The next morning, my master picks us up again and wears us during his routine walks. I was just happy I’m together with my partner again.