i was new and fresh and clean and waiting for my life to begin.
i waited, anxious to fulfill my destiny, to realize my potential. i was patient.
and then, one day, it happened. i became the Chosen One, leaving the others behind and being driven to my new home on the beach.
we became inseparable. day and night i clung to the master as he showed me what it was like to be truly alive. to travel and feel the cool spray of the ocean soaking through you and then feel the hot sun slowly drying you, the warm wind quickening the process.
the feel of a woman in your arms, the softness and oh, the smell. life was perfect.
we went everywhere together.
i was the masters favorite shirt.
the washings were not very fun, and the tumble drys made me dizzy, but it never lasted long and then we were together again. experiencing life together.
until one day. after a drying, i was waiting to be joined with the master to meet with a beautiful woman, and i was, instead, hung on a doorknob.
i was stunned. i watched in amazement as he put on a new shirt. and then watched helplessly as he left, leaving me hanging, looking out over the room.
for the first time, i noticed other shirts lying on the floor.