It is dark when the fugitive sneaks aboard a carrier bound for freedom. Our stowaway stays hidden, traveling far from home. All is inky blackness in the hiding place.
Bright lights beckon ahead. The long journey is over at last. The stowaway heads toward the light and freedom … oh no, discovery!
Working its way out of the leg of my sweatpants, the missing, black-knit sock drops at my feet on the treadmill.