It's 3:09 PM and you're missing a sock. Not just one sock, but the sock that was with you in the morning. The sock that was with you in the carpool. The sock that was with you on the couch, binge-watching Netflix.
As the minutes tick by, your anxiety grows. You frantically search every nook and cranny, under the couch, behind the toilet, even in the fridge (you're not sure why, but just in case).
Your thoughts spiral: "Is this the beginning of the Sock Apocalypse? Will I ever see my sole-mate again? Will I be forever trapped in a world of mismatched socks, forced to wear sandals to the grocery store?"