It stank in here and I needed fresh air, these putrid little balls below me were to blame, and frankly I wouldn’t wish them upon even a turtle-neck. I knew that my next opportunity to break this stinking dark containment would come soon. I smuggled myself close to a popular, rather slinky polyester V-neck. Knowing that with the right hasty withdrawal its static would lift me too.
My opportunity arose. I could feel hands probing my inmates above; finely the slinky V-neck was grasped. I perked up my bright woollen threads to aid the static’s hold on me. Bingo! I was pulled from the deep draw alongside the V-neck, my plan had worked! I then fell to the floor as the static faltered and the V-neck was whisked away.
The fresh air made my sleeves curl with joy. I lay there proud, but still tarnished from the stinking pit in which I had been held for so long. Its smell rising from me forming an ozone layer that disbarred me from
this new found land. Everything else around me smelt sweet or sour and had a definite sense of belonging. I was very different, I was rather odd, unworn and, but for my age, new. I lay for many hours, my fusty stench slowly fading and my colours zinging in the natural light cast from the window.
I felt happy but incomplete. As my colour withdrew with the dying light, I could feel the presence of a creature above. I had not witnessed such a spectacle before. This thing bobbed and danced in the air.
I had never realised how rooted I was, I felt almost anchored to the floorboards in comparison. The creature was so elegant and for some reason it appeared to be transfixed on me. I couldn’t move and my colours were not looking at their best due to the low light, yet there was undeniably a connection between us.
I wanted to edge towards the creature but unable to, fortunately as my stench lessened, the creature
fortunately as my stench lessened, the creature moved towards me. As the last whiff of the little balls expired from my body I couldn’t believe my fortune, the creature dropped onto my chest. I beamed inside. The creature fluttered and tickled at my threads.
I was in heaven. A tickle, a nibble. Wow! My Lord! Yes! Yes! NO! NOOO! I was breached. OUCH! I was breached! The little shit had bitten me. One wash and my threads would unbind themselves into little more than a ball of wool. I was finished. SHIT! I was never to be worn, never to experience, my destiny was cat fodder!
The creature flew off having fulfilled its needs.