One quiet morning, Antek’s favourite socks begin to whisper and glow, and a strange rustle in the wardrobe makes his whole room feel full of magic.
Antek woke before the sun had pushed past the clouds. The house was still sleepy, except for the warm smell of buns drifting in from the kitchen. He reached for his favourite blue-striped socks and pulled them on.
The moment his feet slipped inside, a tiny tickle ran over his toes.
Py-pyk.
Antek froze. He looked down. The socks looked perfectly normal. He took one careful step.
Py-PYK!
This time the sound was louder. Antek gave a small laugh and bounced on his heels. At once, little glowing dots winked across both socks. One flashed green. The other sparkled gold. Antek sat down on the rug and stared.
From the wardrobe came a soft rustle.
Antek stopped breathing for a moment. Something inside shifted, just once, as if it had heard him too. Slowly, he reached for the handle.