This sweatshirt

This sweatshirt is old and it’s ratty beyond all repair. The fleece that used to line its supple interior has pilled off after countless late nights running around to this place and that, several instances in which a mess just happened and no towels were to be seen, and not to mention hundreds of cycles through the unforgiving washing machine. But in its faded glory, this sweatshirt has a story. Its tatters speak of adventures, its subdued color of long hours in sunlight. And to this day, it’s still worn—not for warmth, but for comfort and those bears in mind.