Friend or Foe

Ugh.

Feel fat as a tick.

Pulled my brand new walking shoes out of the dark corner

Of the closet.

Now I stare at them,

Sitting there,

Waiting.

I don’t walk near them

For fear they’ll snap at me—

Upset that I’ve neglected them

For so long.

Can I actually cram my summer-sandaled feet

Into those things?

Torturous.

And put socks on to boot!

This might be as far as we get for one day.

But I won’t attempt to put them back in the closet.

I know they’ll bite me.

We’ll just get to know each other a little while longer.

And maybe

Next week

I’ll try them on.

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