Ode of Laundry Machine **

Clorox - The end.

Sock sighed as we drove down the parking lot of the gas station. I stopped the old tissue box and turned it off to fill the tank with gas. After paying more than I could possibly afford when I had first met Sock, I got back into the car and looked at Sock, who was looking at her phone. I peeked over her "shoulder" at the photos she was smiling at. It was a photo of me hugging Sock, back when she was still pregnant with Cathraurg, Stewella, and Jim. I smiled with her. I hugged her just like we did in the picture. She smiled and leaned her "head" against me. We pulled apart and I put my hand back on the wheel.

I backed us out of the parking lot, my other arm, still around Sock's shoulder. The drive back was long, and there was nothing but the occasional bump in the road. Sock, however, brought her phone and was looking through old pics of the kids and us. We were young and stupid then, but I could still see the evidence of our youth forever etched into Sock's face. Her laugh lines reminded me of her forever beautiful laugh, now reduced to coughing and wheezing. I couldn't remember the last time we posted something on Instaclean. The site was shut down years ago from lack of use. I remembered trying to get Sock back home by posting her favourite quote. That seemed like an eternity ago.

A car pulled up beside us at the cafe. We were halfway home and Sock and I were both yearning for a good cup of coffee. It wasn't as good as it used to be but it was refreshing enough. When we got back in the car, Sock looked up at me. "Clorox love," she started. She was about to say something else when a truck rammed into our car and everything went black.

I woke to beeping noises. I was in the hospital. (Obviously) I sat up, looking around. Sock was laying on the bed next to me, casts covering her body. I tried to get up when a nurse walked into the room. She was another pair of panties that resembled Anne closely. She seemed nicer though. She checked my blood pressure and took some notes. She was just about to leave when, "Wait, I have a question!" I shouted. She spun around. "Your wife is on sleep meds and may not wake up for a while if that's what you're asking." I nodded and lay back down. When she left, I checked to make sure no one else was here. I unhooked my i.v and shuffled over to Sock's bed.

She woke up just as I laid down next to her. "Please," she whispered. "Shh, what do you need love?" I asked calmly. She shifted her eyes over to a machine that was monitoring her heart rate. The nurse lied. Sock was on life support and was on the brink of death. She was begging for me to unhook it! Tears burned my face. This was it. It was either death now, or living like this forever. She nodded to me once more, completely at ease. I stopped. What would my life be without her? I've lost her once, and if I'm going to lose her again, I'm going with her. I grabbed a container of pills from the shelf beside me. "One," Sock whispered. "Two," I whispered back.

"Three"