Bittersweet

• Socks

I wake up before the sun rises and instantly notice I don't have my socks on. I always go to sleep with socks so where did they go?

As my feet touch the ground, I realize they just left during the night the same way every boy that ever laid inside my sheets did.

I never looked for any of those boys, therefore I don't look for my socks. If there's a monster inside my bed stealing me, I'd rather not face it today. Or tomorrow. Or ever, honestly, sometimes I'm scared I am the monster.

At some point in my childhood, my friends and I went outside to play together for the last time and no one knew it. Things never give you a warning before they are over. Sometimes you don't get a chance to say goodbye.

Sometimes they leave under the moonlight and all you can do is buy tighter socks next time.