The more Kelly walked, the least comfy she felt in her shoes, she kept tripping and wobbling it was like her feet were in boxes stuffed with uncomfortable, itchy foam around her feet. The more she walked the sicker she felt, bumping into things not paying attention to were her feet landed.
Finally it became too much and, and Kelly untied her shoes tossing them into the street, she let out a relived sigh and spread her toes hearing them pop and crack finally free from there prison.
Kelly stomped down the sidewalk feeling like a new woman. Finally free of her shoes, Kelly felt more connected to the world around her. Everything was livelier, like taking off drunk goggles.
Her cotton covered souls slapped against the sidewalk with a muffled smack. She started giggling to herself, but didn’t know why entirely. Her world opened up, she spotted a puddle and without a second thought dipped both her mismatched socks in it, feeling the soft squishing of wet cotton between her toes and sighing in satisfaction leaving behind an erratic trail of wet sock prints behind her, turning the next corner Kelly finally spotted Terrace Cafeteria, with Cloe waiting patiently out front.
Kelly could have taken the long way, but instead she darted through a grass field, she socks getting muddy in the process, by the time she finally reached Cloe her socks were soaked up to her knees, and covered in mud from the ankle down, still it’s not like Kelly cared, they were her socks after all. But Cloe didn’t see it that way...