by Kieran Young

Created on: September 02, 2008   Last Updated: October 20, 2008

I sat down, half awake, ready to consume my breakfast. I poured a generous helping of milk into my cereal and sadly gazed at the picture of my sock on the back of the milk carton...

The words simply read "Missing."

It was 7:30 a.m Tuesday last week when it happened. I couldn't believe it had happened to me. I mean, you always here about socks dissapearing on the radio and TV but you never think for one moment it could happen to you...

I rang the police straight away and dug out some old photos of me and my sock to show them what he looked like. They agreed that something was a foot. They reffered me to a councelling service but I didn't go. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to some stranger about my trauma.

My colleagues were very wary around me at work. I suppose they didn't know what to say. They had all watched my public appeal on TV but noone even mentioned it, I suppose they were scared of putting their foot in it...

I feel like I'm forgetting everything. I remember saying goodbye for the last time as I gently laid him down in the washing basket but somehow I feel I never got to tell him how loved he was. How much he was a part of me.

The police have no leads and as each day passes my hope withers a little more. I went bowling the other night, usually he comes with me, it just wasn't the same. I longed for his soft warm presence around my right foot.

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