There’s something in my right shoe
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Today I discovered that there is something in my right shoe...
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I have been guessing ALL day what potential item could be living in there.
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There was a moment when I nearly untied my shoelace... and stopped guessing!
Oh will power! Can I feel it with my toes? Can I know the outline through my sock?
I don’t like to make little objects exit my shoe! One of my pairs of shoes has had a small non-descript item in it for years. If it made its own way there then it has a home!
? Why should I remove it? If it wants to coerce with my sock then so be it! Should it be removed from my shoe then so be it! As long as it passionately embraces my sock goodbye!
Swimming in my shoe, festering between my cotton and the towelling beneath you, what do you want to do? The floor is for you again my little surprise. Maybe you’ll come out again tonight....
Do you remember life before shoe? Life before I sweated onto you?
Would you like to be a paperclip again?
Or how about travelling as a stamp on a letter? You could be a stamp. How am I to know without looking...
Or perhaps you are my bus change? Maybe the few pennies of my milk money...
In that case I may need you in future should I be short!
Let’s agree, oh odd little lodger, to keep in touch. Should I need you at the check out or in the post office, I know you will give up your home and I will respect you and your loss of a home! You will leave me to begin your new adventure and I will be ever so grateful!
Thank you for being there for me, for letting my mind wander away from the computer screen, down my leg, under my laces and back to the feet that tread the ground every day.
For all things big, small and odd found in a shoe with love from ﾃ（ne Belton ...and Flat Blue Teddy, my faithful bedside companion! 2014ﾂｩ