Life As A Sweater

I woke up today, just like any other day, hanging in Paul’s closet, chillin’ by my buddy T-Shirt. Paul had opened the closet door and was going through the daily “PICK”. He’d been favoring black lately (he’d been in a sour mood), but today he had a smile on his face. He shuffled through his shirts until he came to my friend T-Shirt. Paul pulled T-Shirt out of the closet, took him off the hanger, and put him on. He strode to the window, opened it and stuck his head out. He quickly withdrew back into the room, walked back to the closet, and pulled me, Favorite Sweater, out and put me on. I got to go out today! I was jubilant as I hung carelessly on Paul’s shoulders. I got to spend the day with Paul AND my buddy T-Shirt! Needless to say I was elated!

Our first stop today was for breakfast at a gas station next to the school. Paul was in this habit of buying a breakfast burrito and hot chocolate, no matter the weather, for breakfast every morning. Since it was a habit, it was quick and painless, no dawdling in the aisles looking for something else to spend money on. He entered the gas station, grabbed a burrito and stuck it in the microwave. He wanted it warm today, considering it was cold outside. As the burrito was being nuked, Paul picked up a cup, filled it with steaming hot cocoa, put a lid on and stuck a straw in the little opening. By then the burrito was done and he was headed to the register. $4.56 was exchanged between customer and cashier, Paul always had the exact amount, and the journey to school continued. This little ritual only took up 3 minutes and 45 seconds of his day. We got into his car and headed to school.

Paul had Chemistry today which meant only one thing to me. I got to see Jenny. Now Jenny was a sweater that belonged to Paul’s friend Marcy. She was Marcy’s favorite sweater and it was getting cold so obviously Jenny would accompany her to school. We walked into the classroom and my sweater eyes flew immediately to Jenny. She looked beautiful. Her olive green complexion was highlighted by the brown mink fur bordering her hood. Paul and Marcy had obviously gotten closer since the last time I was out because he hugged her! I got to hug Jenny today and my world will never be the same! After the brief euphoria we sat down and class started. I couldn’t concentrate on the lesson; I was too mesmerized by Jenny and her sweet smelling perfume. I day dreamed through the whole class of Jenny and I, and Paul and Marcy, running through a field of flowers with a great big blue sky above us!

The bell rang and we had to part ways. Immediately I became limp and depressed at the fact and we trudged out of the room. That hug would stay in my memory forever. T-Shirt could tell I was sad and tried to cheer me up by rustling in the wind but it did nothing to ease the pain I felt in leaving her. The day continued on, drudgingly going from class to class. Paul slept through half of them and I reminisced on the wonderful event that had occurred earlier. As the last class of the day ended, I decided I was tired of being out and wanted to go home.

And then the most amazing thing happened! Marcy and Paul met in a glade of trees on campus! It had become a new ritual while I had been in the closet. I loved this new daily occurrence more than I loved laundry detergent! Marcy and Paul sat on the grass while Jenny and I made eyes at each other. I was too shy to say anything, as was she. So we just sat and stared into each other’s souls, drinking the moment in. As time went on, the sun came out from behind the clouds and it got warm. Very warm. Eventually Marcy and Paul shed their protection from the cold and laid us together on a rock. Jenny and I were finally alone. We both sighed contently as she leaned on me and we began to talk and get to know each other. Nothing seemed to exist in the world around us except for us two. Life was happy and joyous and I was content to stay here forever.

As we were talking we realized that it had gotten dark out. Paul and Marcy had left us behind! At first we were scared. What would we do if our owner’s didn’t come back for us? Then we realized we had each other and that was enough. If we were together, everything else would fit and things would work out. So here I lie, next to my beloved Jenny, until someday someone makes us leave this place. But for now I will revel in the happiness she has given me and will never ask for a single thing for myself as long as I live.