"A phew, that was a good bath" 

"Hot water is truly a miracle from god."

"Wow, this new soap is really amazing. Really sends down a cool chill."

"Is this hell?" I ask, as I was bieng used to dry out a human. All my pours were bieng filled by his fluids. "No, even hell has hope. Hope of achieving heaven someday. This, this is just torture.

Everyday, it's all over again. I satisfy his naked body. And he throws me away, like garbage. I can't resist. If I do, I'll be replaced. Even though I have long given up on life, I am still scared of death, perhaps because, because of him. My one true precious.

A towel rack.

Even though, oh, how I truly wish to meet him in a dried state, while all my holes are empty, it is just a worthless wish. On some days, I can't even meet him. The human just throws me on his chair. On days I do meet him, I am just a used object. I wish I could cry, but this super absorbent fibre prevents any from leaking out.

We don't talk much. Things are.. awkward. All I do is to press my warm wet body against his hard wood, and feel relieved. All he does is to accept me for who I am.

And that's all that matters.

That's how our relationship went. It's not something to be proud of, but it's satisfying.

Until one day, the human noticed something. I am ashamed to admit that he noticed it before me, but he did. 

The formation of lint. Tiny furballs. A new life was born within me. I could see it faintly in the fogged mirror. A tiny ball of fibre, clinging desperately to myself. I could almost hear it calling me 'Mama' from here.

My emotion that day, it's hard to describe. I was happy, happy enough to tell the towel rack. But then, there is a fact too. This child, is not his. It's mine and human's. Will he still accept me for who I am? 

Thoughts like that stormed my mind. 

Unfortunately, I found the answer quickly. A bit too quickly.

There, on the rack, were a bunch of other towels. I was surprised. I don't know what else to call it. It was simply incomprehensible for me. My mind went blank. And the towel rack didn't answer too. He just stood there, still having a towel in each hand. Both dry.

I was angry, but I couldn't blame him. It's normal after all, to prefer dry towels. What was I even thinking we had a relationship. I just... didn't wanted to be alone.

After that, I changed. Human noticed it too. He now had to treat me very roughly to have me swallow that liquid. My body was beginning to tighten. My flexibility was gone. I could no longer be used. 

I thought I would be thrown away. I desired that. I really don't wanted to do anything with this world. But the human didn't let me die peacefully. He torn me into pieces, each to be used as a rag. My child, he is still with me. He has grown now. Big enough that the fibre connecting us would soon tear. 

I wanted to bid him a good farewell. Hope that he reaches a good cotton farm, and gets woven into a good sweater. Though he is free to choose whatever he wants to, I am just saying..it would be nice if he became a sweater.

Once again in life, I was satisfied.

I then achieved my dream of becoming the best ice hockey champion.