The Sock I Didn't Misplace 

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The Sock I Didn't Misplace 

I was putting away laundry, which is one of those chores I act like I’ll complete all at once, even though I never succeed. I fold three shirts, drift away, return, lose track of my place, fold a towel, gaze at the wall. You’re familiar with the process. In any case, I discovered a sock. Dark. Tired yet still sturdy. And here’s the strange part, I wasn’t longing for it. I have no idea how much time it had been absent. I wasn't even aware it had gone missing. As soon as I grabbed it, I realized it was that sock. The one that used to belong to my favorite pair. The one I surrendered to without realizing I had surrendered. And all at once, I sensed that I had a debt to it. Apologies, dude. You were worthy of more. I realize it's foolish. Simply a sock. However, it got me reflecting on how frequently that occurs. Items drop out of our lives, and we remain unaware. Only after they reappear. Silent. Known. As if they never departed. The amusing thing is, I have no clue where the other one is currently. I believed I had it all along, but now I’m uncertain. Perhaps I’ve been donning mismatched socks for months without realizing it. It wouldn’t be the most terrible thing. Drakovi

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