Writing prompt- A clean sock mistakenly placed in the hamper
God dammit they did it again! Here I am stuck in this god forsaken hamper with all the cool clothes who get to go out in the world and see things! But not me, nope I just get tossed onto the pile without ever getting to do anything at all.
Its gonna be another plunge through the allergen free my ass washer and then a prolonged stay in the skin melting, moisture sucking dryer which always makes me feel small when its done.
Are they so stupid that they cant even tell the difference between a clean sock and a dirty one? I watch him, he picks up all of the other socks and smells them. I see the look of disgust on his face when he finds one that is still dirty. He smells and grimaces and then shrugs his potato like shoulders and puts it on anyway!. And then he spies me and tosses me away like yesterdays curry.
I am still clean! I wail and gnash my little sock teeth at you!