I am a Sock

Hi, there. My name is Larry. As you can see, I am a sock.

I am 100% cotton, yet somehow, there is so much more to me than cotton.

I have a twin, Steve. When we’re not being worn, we like to cuddle together in a big sock hug. If we don’t, then we are constantly losing each other.

If a sock loses his twin, bad things happen. Really bad things. I don’t like to think about it much.

Steve and I live in the top drawer, next to the underwear. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the show-off socks. You know, the fuzzy ones, the ones with crazy patterns, and the really tall ones.

I’m not like them. I don’t even want to be a sock. What I really want to be is a toy. I know it’s crazy, but I long to live in the toy box with Dump Truck, and Dinosaur, and Train Set. I want someone to use their magic imagination on me. When that happens, it brings you to life. But no one uses imagination on a sock.

Today is laundry day. I’m glad, I’ve been sitting in the bottom of the hamper for a week. It’s a good thing I don’t have a nose.

The washer fills up with water and soon there are bubbles everywhere and I can’t see.

Then we move to the dryer.

Socks do NOT like the dryer.

I’m tumbling around with a pair of pants and some of the show off socks when it happens. I see Steve, tumbling around, too far away to reach.

And then.

AND THEN.

The dryer eats Steve!

This is the worst thing that can happen to a sock. Steve is nothing but lint now and I, I am a lonely sock.

When Mom couldn’t find Steve, she threw me in the drawer by myself, just in case he turned up somewhere. But the jeans and I know that isn’t going to happen.

It’s so dark in the drawer. I’ve had a lot of time to think about my life. It hasn’t been so bad, being a sock. At least I’m not a shoe.

You might think socks and shoes are friends, but we’re not. Socks are cozy and soft, and don’t track doggie doo doo on grandma’s carpet. You can’t say as much for shoes. Have you ever seen a sign saying, “remove your socks”? Of course not. Everyone loves socks.

But, still. How would it be to be a toy? Dump Truck sure seems to like it, and Teddy Bear always has a smile on his face.

It’s rough to be a lonely sock.

But then again…

Maybe that’s not all I am.

I am still a sock.

But just because you are something, doesn’t mean you can’t become anything you want.