I had a favorite towel — the kind you don’t even think much about until it’s gone. It was old and soft, definitely not the prettiest one in the bathroom, but just perfect. Not too thin, not too fluffy, just the right texture that made it feel like a warm hug every time I grabbed it after a shower. You know the one I mean — the towel you always reach for first without even thinking.

Then one day, it disappeared. Poof. Gone. Maybe I left it at the gym after a workout, or maybe someone accidentally took it thinking it was theirs. At first, I didn’t even notice it was missing. But then I looked for it, and it wasn’t anywhere. And surprisingly, I felt kind of sad about it. It sounds silly, a towel after all — but it wasn’t just any towel. It was my towel, the one that gave me a little extra comfort in everyday life.

I have plenty of other towels, sure. But none of them have that same softness or feel. That little piece of routine comfort was just gone, and I missed it more than I expected. It’s funny how small things can mean so much, isn’t it? Sometimes it’s those little familiar comforts that make a big difference.