A Lost Sock
I lost a sock. Together they were my favourite pair.
Phoebe took our dirty clothes to the laundry-mat and thought the missing sock was at home, but it isn’t here anymore. She went back to the mat and rifled through their lost sock box. No luck. I took the route Phoebe walked, but nothing. Nothing! I told her she owed me a sock. She reminded me of her two bras that were in the dryer that caught on fire. I told her I was lucky to be alive and that I’d start doing my own laundry again.
I moved the sock from our love seat to the bedroom and then Phoebe started a donation pile with it, singled out and alone. I took it and hid it in the back of my sock drawer. Phoebe suggested I wear it with other socks, but I’ve worn socks that don’t match and it always seems like an experiment that won’t last beyond the day.
Lost Sock
Socks are remarkably similar to love. Socks that fit don’t slouch or bunch-up, they aren’t too thick or thin, wrongly coloured, too short or long, or cut into your flesh, and when you see them they always bring a smile to your face. Well fitting socks reduce your stress, keep you warm, comfortable and compliment you. A sock alone is an oddball, but put its match beside it and you have synergistic bliss.
It scares me Phoebe doesn’t see the connection.
I’m blessed to have her friend Jordan Woodrow in my life. Jordan and I shared a bottle of wine last night and toasted love, perfect matches and well fitting socks. I believe she might offer to let me do my laundry at her apartment. The sock posters we hung in different laundry-mats around the city have brought us closer together and I know the posters will bring me closer to finding my perfect match, but Phoebe isn’t helping. When I got home late last night I discovered that she had pulled out my remaining sock and cleaned the bathroom with it. I explained to her that a lost sock needs to be hunted for everywhere and not just in one laundry-mat, and it’s wrong to clean any mess with the oddball!
I’m going mad believing the pair isn’t in my apartment anymore, and pray the sock that is now singled out will be perfect again.
~JB
