The Secret Diary

Dear Diary, I've just had the most astonishing conversation with my sock today.

Diary: "I'm all ears, or rather, all fibers."

The sock exclaimed, "Today, I defied gravity and my owner's expectations during the laundry spin cycle!"

Me: "Prove it. Let's see you float above the washing machine."

"I can't take laundry seriously anymore," I told him. "My fabric friend has plans to soar into the unknown, all thanks to the centrifugal forces of my electric dryer."

Diary: "Is that so? Perhaps we should start writing a novel about it. 'The Chronicles of the Sock: A Journey Towards Dryer-Nation' has a nice ring to it."

And so, the sock and I became best-selling authors, at least in the parallel universe of lint creatures and soap bubbles. But, alas, we couldn't find a publisher... being inanimate can be a real hurdle for a sock's ambitions.