Sock - Meeting him

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There I sat, In a booth in KFC, eating my chicken thoughtfully. Then I saw him. He walked casually through the door. He glanced at me, then walked to the ordering stand. My heart fluttered. I have never seen such a beautiful creature in all my life! He ordered a big crunch and sauntered over to my booth. I stopped eating and stared at him in all his beauty. I must of zoned out because the next thing I knew, he was sitting right beside me, eating his Crunch.  SO BEAUTIFUL, I thought, looking him up and down. This man was Clorox, a well-known tub of bleach that lived just outside the Laundry Machine. 

He looked up from his sandwich, staring into my the depths of my soul. "The name's Clorox," he said smoothly, "And you?" I woke up from the daydream I was living in. "SOCK!" I yelled awkwardly. I immediately felt my cheeks go red. He laughed. It was a beautiful sound. Almost like harps and didgeridoos playing in unison. He stopped laughing and looked at me. "Sock huh? A pretty name for a pretty Sock." I couldn't think straight. I felt my head explode with glee. My heart was fuller than ever.  

"You ARE really pretty," he said, looking into my eyes. "Y-you too," I said nervously. He leaned closer, closer, and our lips touched. For a brief moment, I tried to restrain myself but it was too late. Our lips moved in perfect harmony. He pulled away and the moment was over. It was then I remembered I was a sock and he was Clorox. Love between clothing and cleaners was forbidden. He seemed to have thought the same thing. I saw the broken expression on his face. He mumbled something I didn't quite hear. Next thing I knew he stood up and walked out of the KFC. I felt my world shatter, tears streaming down my face. I picked up my purse and rushed out the door. I felt the pouring rain against my fabric. I called out to Clorox but there was no use. The love of my life was gone.

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