his arms and allowing the little sock to rest comfortably against the belly of the shirt.
the little sock was beginning to feel wonderfully dry, and as he nestled in the smooth cotton of the shirt, he asked his older acquaintance to share some other ways of believing.
the t-shirt—who had clearly spent much time in the great world outside—happily obliged.
that possibility frightened the little sock a bit. could there really be no plan at all? he shared his fear with his new friend.
“so, what do i do now?” asked the little sock.
“and my twin?” asked the little sock.
the air grew still. the little sock felt himself pulled out of the space. 