A Day in the Life of My Shoes

Each day begins with a loud groan from my owner and a flash of bright light. I still sit in the floor from the previous day lain askew. I am excited to serve another day in the name of comfort. My owner runs around in a frenzy; meanwhile I wait patiently to be put on. I’m always last in the morning “routine”.

I am thrown on and laced up. Before I know it, I’m pounding on the ramp to the big metal box. To my dismay, a drop of water falls from the sky. “Oh no, it’s raining today. You got to keep it together. Don’t let her slip” all these thoughts run through my mind as we stomp our way out to the “car”. On top of all of this, we’re running late. I hope it’s not my fault. After all, I am always last.

After a short break on my part, we arrive at this huge brick building. My owner calls it school. Here is where I am used the most, although I do take hour and half long breaks. After those breaks, we make our way to our next class. During this event, I am often trampled, pulled on, and oh my poor backs they’re always stepped on. My fellow shoes are the counterparts of this abuse. They aren’t in control at this point, so there are no hard feelings.

After “school”, we get in the metal box again for a short ride. This time we’re going home. As soon as we get home, I get thrown across the room until my owner’s favorite friend shows up. It is Friday after all. Fridays are my favorite. We go to really fun places with really cool shoe owners. Although we have lots of fun, the fun places have gross environments for me. Tonight, I was mentioned word of the movies from my colleagues that got wore earlier this week. “Great my least favorite,” I exhale. The floors there are sticky and smell like moldy popcorn.

We go to the metal box once again for a slightly longer ride. We arrive at the movies and I hear my owner say something about a midnight premiere. “I have a long day ahead of myself,” I think. We stand in line for what feels like an eternity, before finally entering the theater. I get to rest for a couple of hours in the nasty theater floor. I look up and see a huge smile on my owner’s face. This is why I put up with all I do.

        After the movie, we go for another ride to make our way home. I am utterly exhausted, and I can’t wait to take my little spot on the floor next to the bed. My owner must be just as tired. I look up and see her mouth wide open with some drool on the corner, and I hear a faint snore.