A small cottage, an attic apartment, on the first cold morning of the year. A drawer opens.
Long underwear: Oh, good morning.
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.
LU: It’s nice to see you.
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.
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.