Midnight came, and the wool creatures hid in anticipation. Now Doris will go to bed, and they can start moving. For now they had to freeze and remain silent. But the owner was in no hurry, because she was lost in a book. The pages rustled, the wool creatures endured. After an hour, Doris finally put the novel aside and got between the sheets. But the plot she read excited her imagination; she wanted to know what would happen next. She grabbed the book and flipped through to the end. One of the wool creatures began to sniffle with disappointment, but the owner did not notice anything, becoming engrossed in reading again. Having made sure that the ending would be happy, Doris decided that now she would definitely be able to fall asleep.
Hearing that her breathing became calm, the two little creatures got down to business. Pulling up lint by lint, they slowly moved forward. After every millimeter they walked, they stopped for a break and entertained each other with conversation.
“Why does our owner sleep so little? She has to get up early tomorrow!”
“I think she’s sad, so she’s trying to distract herself with made-up stories”.
“People are such strange creatures, they live alone, each in their own corner, are proud of their independence, but at the same time they are sad and lonely. But we, wool creatures, are always in pairs and never alone”.
“We are all different, we cannot understand them, and besides, they are also different from each other. Every human ir unique. But now it's time to move”.
Having taken the next step, they froze, because Doris woke up to drink water. Then she again reached for the book, but changed her mind and lay back down. The wool creatures took a breath and continued moving.
“Do you think people will ever discover us?”
“It’s unlikely, they only see the items of clothing that we inhabit, but not ourselves”.
“It’s so funny to remember this. We heal their bodies while they sleep, because we eat up the accumulated negative energy”.
“You see, it’s more profitable for us while Doris is lonely and unhappy, so we get more food”.
“But she is our owner. I can survive on a minimal diet, as long as Doris is happy”.
“Yeah, but who complained a couple of months ago that it was delicious feast, but it wouldn’t be enough? When did she meet that guy from the next department?”
“Well, yes, I admit, I like to eat a lot. But when it turned out that he was married, Doris’s tears made me lose my appetite”.
“That’s true”.
Having rested, they crawled further, collecting and eating grains of negativity that had settled on their owner’s feet. Today there was less food than usual, apparently Doris’s mood began to improve. After their work, the wool creatures left the fluffy fabric and sat down on the bookshelf. Watching the owner, they did not even notice how morning came.
Doris stretched her body, moved her legs and frowned. The socks have twisted again! Every night the same problem appeared, the heels end up in front. She sleeps peacefully, almost doesn’t toss and turn, and yet her socks behave as if they were alive. But she can’t do without them. Doris tried to sleep with bare legs, but every time she woke up exhausted and broken. So she decided to let this mystery remain unsolved. After all, it's just the trifles of life.