Lucky Underwear

I am in dire need of a new pair of lucky underwear.

My last pair, which I seem to have lost, was a little worse for wear.

The one before that has been cremated.

And before that, was a period of darkness and misery.

Life before my lucky underpants was a colourless, dim world of barren lands, mournful songs and lost hopes. Not to speak of misfortune.

I wait, now. I twitch with impatience.

For the semi-hysteria, for the suppressed chuckle, for the little bounce in my stride that only lucky underpants can give me.

And I won’t have to wait too long.

I can feel a tingle in my bones.