It was a cold winter night. I put both my red wool socks into the dryer. Only one came out. I searched everywhere—behind the machine, in the sleeves of my sweaters, inside my pillowcases. Nothing. It just vanished.
It was a cold winter night. I put both my red wool socks into the dryer. Only one came out. I searched everywhere—behind the machine, in the sleeves of my sweaters, inside my pillowcases. Nothing. It just vanished.