Vihan stood in his pajamas and stared at the empty space on his dresser.
He dropped his schoolbag. The zipper clattered on the floor.
A tiny white thread led behind the laundry basket.
He tugged it. *Snick.* A narrow gap opened behind the basket.
Vihan crawled through and landed in a world of folded towels and glowing buttons.
A polka-dot sock hopped past wearing a thimble as a hat.
A tiny drumbeat of button-caps echoed from somewhere ahead.
His twin red socks were line-dancing on a washcloth stage!
They spun, kicked, and dropped — then sprang right back up without missing a beat.
One sock hopped over and bumped his knee.
Vihan joined the socks in a wobbly three-step dance.
The socks spun him until he was dizzy and laughing.
