A small cottage, an attic apartment, on the first cold morning of the year. A drawer opens.
Long underwear: Oh, good morning.
Yibbet: Hi.
LU: You wanna…?
Y: Yeah. Ugh.
LU: It’s been so long. I don’t think I’ve seen you since….
Y: Long time. Yep.
LU: Maybe March? Or did we get together in April, too?
Y: Um. Maybe.
LU: What have you been up to?
Y: Oh, nothin.
LU: Man, am I sick of those socks. Half of them hate each other because they’re so tired of each other, and half of them are single, and all they do is whine, too.
Y: Huh.
LU: It’s nice to see you.
Y: Yeah.
LU: It’s like we were so close last year, and then you just disappeared. I heard you sometimes. You sure open that top drawer a lot.
Y: Well, that’s the all-season underwear. You know. Like, I can’t go without it.
LU: Yeah.
Y: It’s good to see you, too.
LU: It’s good to be together again.
Y: It’s just that sometimes things with us get a little uncomfortable. And sometimes even though you’re doing your best, I still feel cold.
LU: I’m not perfect. I know.
Y: This isn’t my favorite time of year.
LU: Oh, honey.
Y: But I’m glad you’re here. It would be way worse without you.
LU: Aw. You mean it?
Y: Sure. What pants do you want to wear today?
LU: Whatever you want. Corduroy?
Y: My thoughts exactly.
Landing 