Mia sat cross-legged on her bed, a mountain of laundry piled up in front of her. It was Sunday, her designated "reset day," when she would clean the apartment, organize her things, and get ready for the week ahead. But there was one task she always dreaded: matching socks.
Mia loved cozy socks—warm, fuzzy ones for winter, thin cotton ones for her morning jogs, patterned ones that she wore around the house. Her collection had grown over the years, and while she adored them, the socks seemed to have a mind of their own. After every wash, they would mysteriously lose their partners, and Mia was left with an array of mismatched pairs.