Chapter 1: The Sock Drawer of Broken Dreams
It was the darkest of nights, the kind where the moon was hidden behind a shroud of grey clouds, and the only light came from the flickering glow of the laundry room lamp.
I, a lone sock, lay in the sock drawer, surrounded by the remnants of a love long lost. My partner, a matching sock, was nowhere to be found.
I had given up all hope, resigned to the fact that I would never again feel the gentle caress of a washing machine's spin cycle.
But little did I know, a hero was on the horizon. A brave soul, with a heart full of love and a stomach full of stomach acid from eating too many late-night ramen noodles.
Meet our hero, Our Hero.