• I am just being put into my box. My new box is being wrapped and a bow is being stuck onto the box. An address is being written on the box. I hear the quick scribbling of somebody writing with a pen. A stamp is licked and slammed onto the box. I am hastily packed into a mail car. A few hours later, after a very bumpy ride on a gravelly road, I am relieved to hear the brakes on the car SCREECH! I am lifted up out of the mail car and dropped onto a doorstep. A doorbell is rung. I hear the echo going through the big house before me. I hear footsteps walking away behind me. A car starts. The mail car drives away.
    “Sweet! My shoes are here!” a young man says, maybe about 19 or 20 years old. I am picked up. I hear the door close softly as the man walks into a room. As the man sits down, I am set onto a table. The wrapping around my box is carefully torn off after the bow is taken off of the top. A pair of scissors cuts the tape keeping the top of my box closed. The bright light that streams in as the box is opened briefly blinds me. I see a dazzling contemporary house, with matching leather furniture and a big flat screen TV with Hi-definition and digital cable. As I am lifted out of the box, the young man (for I know not his name) turns me around and upside down slowly, admiring me. I like it. I am surprised to see that he has no socks on as he lifts his foot to put me on.
    Immediately, I smell his perfumed feet. Oh, how wondrous this is! This is shoe heaven! “They fit perfectly!” he exclaims. He walks around on his carpeted floor, which feels so soft on the bottom of my sole.…..