The day after Christmas, when all the stockings are empty… But honestly, when I saw Linda’s prompt for today I thought of two things: First of all, “cozy.” I love those really fuzzy fluffy socks. I wear them when I laze around the house. If I don’t, I get in trouble from my husband, who seems to think that it is somehow wrong for me to use him as a “foot-warmer.” Personally, I don’t see what’s wrong with that…wasn’t that part of the standard marriage contract?
But secondly, I thought about all the lost socks of the world. Where do they go? How do they come to be lost? I see single socks quite often laying on sidewalks or in the middle of roads, or in airports. I wonder where the owners are, and how it was that they somehow lost a single sock. Didn’t they notice the socklessness of the remaining foot? Did they see something that frightened them right out of their socks and ran away before retrieving both socks? Did their child pull the sock out of their gym bag and laugh maliciously while tossing it behind them as they walked? Do they arrive there on their own power, having escaped from the plane of existence that houses the socks that get abducted from laundry rooms the world over? Bizarre.
This post is part of Linda G Hill’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” — Click and read, click and join in! Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “indescribable.” Use the actual word in your post or just base your post on something that defies description. My suggestion on this one; think about something that you’re passionate about and just start writing. Have fun!