It is dark where I am and there are a ton of clothes piled on top of me. I am very cramped and super hot. My owner just tossed me into her closet and forgot all about me, then she kept throwing more clothes on top of me. Now I can hear her searching for me but I know it will be a long time until she will find me. I snuggle down with the sweater that is stuck beside me at go to sleep. Hopefully she will find me soon!
I've been here all winter. One would think that I would be quite cold, but I don't have a nervous system so it's not that bad. I'm laying at the bottom of an empty public swimming pool. My owner, a rather irresponsible six year old, dropped me in here when she went swimming at the end of last summer. I floated for a while before becoming saturated and floating to the bottom. When they drained the pool a few weeks later, nobody noticed me, so I have set here ever since. I don't mind it here. Being under water was okay because I don't have to breathe.
A long day after being on someone's foot, I get taken off to have a break and a wash. On the way to the washing machine, I fall and tumble under the refrigerator. What an odd place to be stuck under. For many days and nights the refrigerator door opens and closes. Letting a cold draft hit me. I miss my pair terribly. I wish we were together. I spend my time slowly collecting dust. Counting all the specks of dirt and how many times that fridge door opens. Finally a broom sweeps under the fridge and I see day light and a ceiling. A scolding mother questions my ten year old owner why I was under the fridge. I then am transported to the washing machine and shortly after reunited with my pair.
Today, I am a sock. Buried under a pile of clothes in my owner's room. At least they smell good. They must be clean because they are all folded nicely. I expect to be here for a wile, until they need me to be washed.
I am a sock today and I am lost in the dirty laundry basket. I am tryint my hardest to get out because the smell is terrible. I suppose I probably do not smell the greatest either. I can hear someone coming and I have the feeling that I am about to go into the washer to get nice and clean. I feel the mom pick me up and drop me into the water. I like the feeling of being clean!
I am lost. Under a bed or at the bottom of a dresser, I cannot really tell. I am positive my owner is looking for me. They have got to be desperate to find my match as well. I keep them warm and cozy so why would they lose me like this. I may not be the prettiest thing in the world and to tell you the truth I dont smell to great either but my owner needs me. Finally, I am found and reunited with my match. I am now where I belong, on the foot of my owner. This is how a lost sock spends its day.
I am a sock under the bed and I haven't been worn for months now. I am waiting for someone to find me and throw me in the wash so I can eventually be reunited with my match. Suddenly, I see a bit of light. Someone is picking me up, but it's not who I expected it to be. It's the dog, and I am slowly being soaked with its slobber as it chomps on me over and over.
I am a sock under the coach. No one has come looking for me in quite a while now. There is now chip crumbs laying next to me with lint on them. I feel very dirty because I haven't been washed since before my owner last wore me. I can't wait until I am thrown in the washer again!
I am a lost sock. Well, at least I think I’m lost. I am alone under the bed, and it’s dark. There are no monsters. Nothing but me. I was thrown from a basket and I landed here. The 15 year old that owns me doesn’t take care of me. Her mother just washed me so I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want me. I have designs, and I glow in the dark. Who wouldn’t want me? I am soft, and comforting. Who wouldn’t want me? I just wish someone wanted me. (girl picks up sock and puts it on her foot.) “ I’ve been looking for this sock forever!” the girl says. Then her mother walks in, “well maybe if you cleaned your room!” I was lost, but now I’m found.
My day starts out in a usual way. As the day wears on, I become progressively soaked in sweat and littered with chaff. At the end of the day, my owner throws me off, but I only go through part of the washer. I never was put in the dryer, because I fell from the main pile in the transfer of cloths. The first one to find me is the dog, and he tears me to shreds, so can I never worn again.
I am a lost sock that is lost. I have been lost for quite a while. I feel sad because my people do not even realize that I am lost. I am wedged between a mattress and a big comforter. I am not to sad about it though because it is warm and I get to sleep all day. In fact, I am glad to be lost.
I am in the blankets on my owners bed, I tend to get kicked off sometime during the night. It is not fun, but I'd rather be here though then on my owners feet, they are stinky!
It is dark where I am and there are a ton of clothes piled on top of me. I am very cramped and super hot. My owner just tossed me into her closet and forgot all about me, then she kept throwing more clothes on top of me. Now I can hear her searching for me but I know it will be a long time until she will find me. I snuggle down with the sweater that is stuck beside me at go to sleep. Hopefully she will find me soon!
ReplyDeleteI've been here all winter. One would think that I would be quite cold, but I don't have a nervous system so it's not that bad. I'm laying at the bottom of an empty public swimming pool. My owner, a rather irresponsible six year old, dropped me in here when she went swimming at the end of last summer. I floated for a while before becoming saturated and floating to the bottom. When they drained the pool a few weeks later, nobody noticed me, so I have set here ever since. I don't mind it here. Being under water was okay because I don't have to breathe.
ReplyDeleteA long day after being on someone's foot, I get taken off to have a break and a wash. On the way to the washing machine, I fall and tumble under the refrigerator. What an odd place to be stuck under. For many days and nights the refrigerator door opens and closes. Letting a cold draft hit me. I miss my pair terribly. I wish we were together. I spend my time slowly collecting dust. Counting all the specks of dirt and how many times that fridge door opens. Finally a broom sweeps under the fridge and I see day light and a ceiling. A scolding mother questions my ten year old owner why I was under the fridge. I then am transported to the washing machine and shortly after reunited with my pair.
ReplyDeleteToday, I am a sock. Buried under a pile of clothes in my owner's room. At least they smell good. They must be clean because they are all folded nicely. I expect to be here for a wile, until they need me to be washed.
ReplyDeleteI am a sock today and I am lost in the dirty laundry basket. I am tryint my hardest to get out because the smell is terrible. I suppose I probably do not smell the greatest either. I can hear someone coming and I have the feeling that I am about to go into the washer to get nice and clean. I feel the mom pick me up and drop me into the water. I like the feeling of being clean!
ReplyDeleteI am lost. Under a bed or at the bottom of a dresser, I cannot really tell. I am positive my owner is looking for me. They have got to be desperate to find my match as well. I keep them warm and cozy so why would they lose me like this. I may not be the prettiest thing in the world and to tell you the truth I dont smell to great either but my owner needs me. Finally, I am found and reunited with my match. I am now where I belong, on the foot of my owner. This is how a lost sock spends its day.
ReplyDeleteI am a sock under the bed and I haven't been worn for months now. I am waiting for someone to find me and throw me in the wash so I can eventually be reunited with my match. Suddenly, I see a bit of light. Someone is picking me up, but it's not who I expected it to be. It's the dog, and I am slowly being soaked with its slobber as it chomps on me over and over.
ReplyDeleteI am a sock under the coach. No one has come looking for me in quite a while now. There is now chip crumbs laying next to me with lint on them. I feel very dirty because I haven't been washed since before my owner last wore me. I can't wait until I am thrown in the washer again!
ReplyDeleteI am a lost sock. Well, at least I think I’m lost. I am alone under the bed, and it’s dark. There are no monsters. Nothing but me. I was thrown from a basket and I landed here. The 15 year old that owns me doesn’t take care of me. Her mother just washed me so I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want me. I have designs, and I glow in the dark. Who wouldn’t want me? I am soft, and comforting. Who wouldn’t want me? I just wish someone wanted me. (girl picks up sock and puts it on her foot.) “ I’ve been looking for this sock forever!” the girl says. Then her mother walks in, “well maybe if you cleaned your room!” I was lost, but now I’m found.
ReplyDeleteMy day starts out in a usual way. As the day wears on, I become progressively soaked in sweat and littered with chaff. At the end of the day, my owner throws me off, but I only go through part of the washer. I never was put in the dryer, because I fell from the main pile in the transfer of cloths. The first one to find me is the dog, and he tears me to shreds, so can I never worn again.
ReplyDeleteI am a lost sock that is lost. I have been lost for quite a while. I feel sad because my people do not even realize that I am lost. I am wedged between a mattress and a big comforter. I am not to sad about it though because it is warm and I get to sleep all day. In fact, I am glad to be lost.
ReplyDeleteI am in the blankets on my owners bed, I tend to get kicked off sometime during the night. It is not fun, but I'd rather be here though then on my owners feet, they are stinky!
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