Ode of Laundry Machine **

Clorox - Relocation

Everything was a blur. Anne, being punched by Sock. Anne, running away. Anne... dead. Sock screamed as Anne plunged the yellow thumbtack into her wicked self. I grabbed the children as Sock called the police. Everything seemed so surreal. There was a dead body in our kitchen. The dead body of someone I knew. I tried to find an ounce of sadness in me. I couldn't. Anne was dead and we were safe. Maybe I would be sadder if it was someone I actually cared about.

When the police came, Sock collapsed into sobs. I cradled the children in my arms and leaned up against Sock. This home would never be the same again. the police finished questioning us and carried Anne away on a stretcher. This home would never be the same again. The thought echoed in my head repeatedly. I looked to Sock. "We have to get out of here," I said to her, trying to sound calm. She looked at me, her fabric stained with tears. She nodded. It was decided. We would find a home some-place else. We could leave everything behind and finally get married.

We were packed and ready one week after the incident. Sock was already in the car with the children. I took one last look around the house. This was my childhood home. The memories were sweet. But I couldn't bear to think about Anne and the bloodstains I had to clean out. I was lucky I was bleach. "Goodbye house, I'll miss you," I whispered and kissed the wall. Then I grabbed the few remaining boxes and left, not bothering to look back.

We decided we would stay at my log cabin. it was far outside the laundry room. The house, even. it took hours to get there. When we did, the sweet sound of birds filled my "ears". We would pretend nothing happened. It was perfect. I had already collected enough money for the wedding and Sock got a job as a lawyer. Her office was only a few minutes from the new house. We settled in pretty quick and the kids had no problem with the house at all. The furniture fit perfectly with the theme and we had a lot more space than the old house. One night, when the kids were asleep, I decided to tell Sock the good news. "Sock, my love. I've saved up enough money to have our wedding and I think we should have it as soon as possible." Sock's eyes lit up. "Really? How about in... two months, so the kids can remember the day their parents got married." I nodded. It was time to start a new life.

I left the kids with Sock the next day. It was okay though because I was going shopping for a suit. All of the suits there were pretty bland. That, or they had polka-dots or some sort of Aztec pattern. I was about to leave when I saw a suit on display. It was a navy blue, with a red bow tie. It would look bootiful on me! I walked to the cashier's desk. "Can I help you?" she asked, not really looking up from her computer. "Hello, I would like to buy the suit you have on display," I said, trying to look confident. The cashier looked up. Her mouth was tight, like she had just swallowed a lemon. She took off her glasses. "Sir, that suit is 100,000 dollars. Are you sure you can afford that?" WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY!? I walked out, slamming the door behind me. When I got home, I tried to look like I was okay. I am so lucky my fiance is a naive Sock. I take that back. It was mean. But still. I don't think she could tell I  was in a bad mood. That night, when we went to bed, I took her hand in mine and traced... I don't know what I traced, but she seemed to like it. We both slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, Sock was still there. Woah, that's unusual. I got out of bed. It was time to make her worry where I am. I had to get dressed first though. I shuffled to the wardrobe, which was a tissue box. I gasped in surprise. There it was, the suit. Hanging there. Sock. She was spying on me again. I chuckled to myself and pulled my label around my "waist".  Today was going to be a good day.

I hid in the wardrobe, my eyes peeping through the crack in the door. Finally, Sock sat up. She rubbed her eyes and stood up. She looked over to where I usually lay. I obviously wasn't there. She looked around frantically. I saw her scurry out of the door. I laughed silently then followed her out the door, careful not to make a sound. She called my name. This was hilarious. Just then, I snuck up behind her and grabbed her. She screamed and punched me in the eyeball. I screamed with her. "Oh, hi Clorox," she said calmly. The kid's cries came from upstairs. I facepalmed. She pushed past me and ran up the stairs.

Life is great.