An Innocent Prisoner

After the pile is sifted through with little attention paid, I am mistakenly hurdled through the air. The landing is soft, a blanket of mismatched colors. Blues, greens, periwinkles, some rough, and some luxuriously plush. This place is foreign, and certainly not the place where I am supposed to be. I am a prisoner. I should be neatly folded into place, next to replicas of myself, separated by borders of restraint. Nonetheless, I am here. The stench is quite unlike the fresh scent I have grown to know. Instead, it is replaced by a musty odor that closes in around me like a bully. More softness plunges from the sky, covering me in a sheet of miscellaneous material. Suddenly claustrophobic, I long for the structured, breathable air where under normal circumstances, I would be placed. Not today. Today I am a prisoner, captured and misplaced in unknown territory.

An earthquake erupts. Along with the other fugitives, I am placed within a new vessel. A transportation vessel, one that is carrying me towards two white boxes. The doors are opened, and accompanied by everything else, I am pushed towards the back. A bitter substance is placed upon us, except this time, it is a scent I have grown accustomed to. Suddenly, the door closes, and I find myself rotating in circles. Fast circles, and the addition of water plunges me into it’s depths. I am not ready for such an endeavor. Today I am a prisoner, unknowingly placed in a chamber of unpleasantness.

I hear a click, and the door opens. I recognize my dampness, and frown at the prospect of someone using me like this. Then, I am thrown into the second box. An abrupt wave of heat covers me as once again, I am launched into rotation. Several minutes later, after roasting in a bed of humidity, relief washes over me. I am positioned in a place of familiarity. No longer feeling foreign, I bask in the natural space. Today I was a prisoner, mistakenly propelled into an unknown situation. A dirty hamper is no place for a clean sock.