I gather up the laundry & head towards the washing machine. One random sock makes a run for it towards persuing its dream of independence. It freezes, undetected. As I take a few steps I glance back. Spotting the random sock, I pick it up as a single tear falls from its eye. .. 2
Unaware of the sock's failed mission, I close the door. I press the appropriate buttons and the cycle begins. From within the watery, bubbly darkness, the sock's head is spinning. "Darn it, what did I do wrong?" it says silently. I need another plan. I need my freedom...