The morning. I go to work before my lover wakes up. In the closet, the socks are finished, the new portion will dry on the battery. The problem is to find a couple. In the dark, in order not to wake up my loved one, I pick up my socks, carefully laying up the line on the blanket:
and black,
The real black.
Black with pattern.
Black with points.
and grey,
Gray with Rombians.
Black with a button.
– Oh! Black is more genuine than Nuka Nuka, where...
At this point, the loved one turns around and with a vigorous movement spreads the socks placed on her foot throughout the room.
Where are the yesterday?