The Story of Cotton

This is my story. I am Cotton. I am prone to wander as I grace the green fields. Sometimes attracted by greener pastures, I would go for them and wander off to unknown and unbeaten paths. Tracking down dangerous pathways and occasional falls were the usual thing. And on certain falls I would also receive some scars which stay there for a long time.

Even in a big crowd of cottons, we would go off on our own ways, unaware that sometimes the green fields would envelope them out of sight. Talk about sight, we are usually kept within sight of our Master. Even though there are so many of us, he watches over us. He would talk to us as he tends to us. He would lower himself and caress us very kindly as he speaks to us.

One day I was up to my wandering addiction and was down to a path I was totally left on my own. I tried to find my way back but could not, as the day has subtly turned into gloomy night. I called out hoping that someone or my Master may hear me. After I was tired out by the calling and the walking, I stayed where I was.

I stilled myself to a halt and quieted myself in the darkness that surrounds me now. I rested as I laid my body on the ground. At this time I realize something. I could hear little sounds here and there. I could also hear my breathing. I got to know myself more now and realize I should have stayed with the cottons.

After a while in the darkness where I thought it felt like a long time, I heard a familiar sound. I was sure it was not a sound of the enemy as that voice had a frequency which rings in my mind. That voice became louder and warmed every part of me. I called out and now hear that voice coming closer and closer.

It was my Master. He talked to me like he usually do and caressed me and checking I was injured in some way. He carried me over his shoulder and walked my way out of the darkness. The next moment the darkness has slowly turned into dawn and light eventually shone around us.

My Master carried me all the way back and brought some green for my feeding. This green has never tasted so good. My Master celebrated my homecoming with his family and friends while I busied myself in the comfort and care of my Master's fold.

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