The Sock

Each and every day, I’m either on someone’s foot or being washed. There’s no middle ground. Who really wants to be in either position? Feet stink. Washers… those hurt. Water and soap- you can’t breathe. Just last week, they forgot to put the color sheets in the wash. The bright colors that I had before have departed. It was very upsetting. The dryer isn’t much better. I’ve been pounded against the inside of that dryer so many times that I’ve started to get holes. The other sock, my match, was lost during the drying cycle, which is why they gave me to the dog. Why? They could’ve found another sock without a match for me… This is wrong. Is it because they don’t appreciate me anymore? What have I ever done to them? I’ve been through this trauma for years. I used to hate being stuck in their shoes- it was so dark, but now I would just prefer to be useful.