The Thoughts Of a Hankie

Day One

On a sunny day there's nothing more I would like to do than to sit down and silently read my book. Everyday I watch from the coat pocket of a rather distinguished gentleman. He always has a nice suit and he keeps me tucked in the inner fold. I like it here because it's silky and warm.

My dreads? Those winter months! Oh, those winter months. I am made from the highest price cotton you can buy! His initials are tattooed on my edge, how dare he blow in something which bears his initials! Those days I feel like terrorizing people. How would you feel if you were blown in everyday?

At Cafes, restaurants, bars and meetings? All these places are never the same in summer. In winter I'm there for the long haul, but in summer I'm there for the ride.

In Paris, they treat us Hanker chiefs like kings! We aren't washed! We're dry cleaned! I just wish that would happen to me. Seeing the inner fold of a over coat is not my idea of fun. But you know, I'd rather stare at gaudy plaid then be blown in everyday.

Allergies are the worst! It takes them all day to not sneeze. And who do they sneeze in? Me!

Not even Kleenex gets treated this bad? At least they get blown in and then tossed away. A few days later they die! But me, I have to live through this living hell of being blown in then washed, blown in then washed, over and over. Will it never end?

And the sensation? The feeling it leaves me with is just darn near unbearable!
Grab a paper tissue! And leave me to my book. I will peer through your jacket to read the words of that novel. I'll sit in your drawer and watch the socks dance with each other.

I would like to be able to partay a little. But no, I'm your 24 hour work man.

Am I sick of it? Yeah. And you know what? I will not, be blown in. I am a Hanker chief and I deserve to be treated as such! If you people don't like it...then STEP OFF!

Day Two

Okay, Yes my life is wild and crazy. And I was a little eccentric back there. But hey, do you realize how hard my life is? I can't run away, I can't play I just get folded up and stuffed in a drawer. Then unfolded for nasal use.
I wanted to have friends all my life. I mean my rival, Tie, has so many friends. He's surrounded by family and friends 24/7! But me? No, I spend my days in a coat pocket and my nights in the drawer or washing machine.

Already I'm getting older, my vibrant colors are fading now. I used to be a dark navy blue. Now I'm almost white! The ruby red initials on my corner are still vibrant though. I guess that's what happens to us hankerchiefs.

I am looking forward to one thing though. The walk through the park. Even though I can only see so much from my cozy little pocket, I still like to watch the birds fly over head and watch the trees sway in the wind. And of course! Read my book! My owner is a fanatic for book reading, in fact I think it's his job. England has many book owners and publishers, they're always looking at new stories. Though I must say the last few I looked at weren't all that good.

Well I'm going to stop my thoughts and get back to my book now.


Day Three

Well, here I am again. Turns out my Master has a new Hankerchief. I didn't get to go to the park. He came home with a frilly thing in his front coat. There again on it's corner, his initials. Those same initials which have graced my corner for many a year. Will I be thrown out so easily? What happened? Did I complain too much? Was I not vibrant enough? Did I not make you feel better? What was so wrong with me that it caused him to replace me?

And more than that, what will happen to me, after it's all over and done.
Will he need me anymore? Lord knows you don't need two hankerchiefs. I am very sad and worried about what will happen to me. I'm afraid of being locked in a drawer for the rest of my years. Left to stiffen and turn that gaudy yellow color. Will I mingle with the old magazines, who are also awaiting their fate?

Now, wait, wait hold on just one second. I mustn't worried myself so. Master loves me. He's had me since he was a child. I'm sure that he won't discard me so easily. Would he?

No, his mother made me for him. I'm a memory in cloth. Oh he's coming. Hold on just a minute.

( 5 minute pause )

Ok, I'm back! I am so loved..I am folded ever so nicely on his dresser. I get to mingle with the rings and watches about their days. And I think I'll still be able to go to the park. But you know what, I am happy just resting here on the dresser. Able to breath fresh air and see bright sunlight!

Yes, these past few days have been quite memorable and worrying.
But I think, I'll be okay.