A day in the life of a sock

In the first drawer of a wooden wardrobe lived my favorite sock with his wife. It was not a nasty or dirty drawer, but rather one of the comfortable kind. By some curious chance one morning, when my favorite sock felt extraordinary fresh, he felt the drawer opening like it does every morning.

He and his wife did not care and minded their own business, when suddenly they felt dragged out of the drawer they had to face the bright morning sun. Puzzled, my favorite sock looked up at me so I explained: "Good morning, my dear favorite socks. I think it is way past time to accompany me on an adventure. And today's the day!" Not quite sure what to think about the overwhelming situation, my favorite sock said nothing and, without any objections, I put them both on. His first doubts about going on an adventure vanished the moment he looked into the mirror and saw how perfectly my foot fitted him. 

Confidently, he slipped into a shoe, realizing too late how much it actually smelled, and made his way to...indeed, he did not know exactly where they were going because it was awfully dark inside the shoe. That was when he started thinking about the true meaning of life. What is the point of going on an adventure and not being able to see, smell, taste, hear or feel anything of the world? Suddenly, he felt very upset about being trampled on his feelings and about not being able to enjoy the day in the drawer instead. Back home, I slipped out of my shoes and saw how angry my favorite sock was. Before he had the chance to yell at me, I said: "My dear sock, what a pleasure it was to experience this day with your incredible comfort. Without you, the adventure would have gone terribly wrong and my day would have been ruined. Thank you for your support and cosiness; and sorry for any inconvenience I might have caused you. So, good night now." Lying in the laundry basked, my favorite sock started smiling. Now he knew what the true meaning of life was.