I am quickly snatched out the box and placed on a foot. I mold my frame into the bones and leave a bit of room for the toes to move. She walks around the floor with me. I hear her gasp.
"I love them. They are perfect. I can't wait to wear them."
That evening I am put on and walked around. Little bits of time here and there. I want more, I want to be shown to the world. I want to see different places. I want to be walked a thousand miles.
The next few days I am only taken out of my box a few times. A walk up and down the hall, a few times on the stairs. I know that she loves me though. I can feel the way she walks when she has me on. I am giving her what I am meant to give her--confidence.
One morning I can sense excitement in the air. I feel a smaller pair of hands pick me up and look me over. I see I am being admired from these young little eyes. I am placed on her feet, I don't fit well but I try and mold into this beautiful delicate foot. I am being walked around, but it's wobbly.
"Mommy how do they look?" I hear laughter.
I watch what is going on in the room. There is a baby on the bed. She is just lying there staring at everything around her, she is dressed so sweetly. There is a handsome boy, excitement brimming from his eyes. He is begging to listen to music and when it is turned on he sings loudly and dances around the room. I see the little one that tried me on earlier. She is joining in on the singing and dancing. My wearer is trying on clothes, combing her hair. Fixing the children's outfits. I can sense the excitement in the room. Something big is happening.
I am placed on my wearers' foot. I am being taken along for this exciting adventure. We go to the van. There is a lot of extra pressure on me, she's carrying the baby. I give in a little, making my frame mold gently upon the heel. The drive is long, the children are singing and giggling. Where could we be going?
I always pictured myself out on dates without children present. I want to be put in sunshine, I want to see other shoes. Curiosity is getting to me.
A few hours later we stop. I can sense the hesitation in my wearers' step. She is nervous, I can tell by the way she is putting pressure on her feet. She takes the baby out of the seat, I hear two other children join us. They are laughing, excited. Why is she not as excited? Why is she nervous?
We walk together briskly towards the outdoors. We go inside an extremely busy building. There are shoes everywhere. I see expensive shoes, cheaper shoes, I see sneakers and pumps. I see high heels and boots. Every color, heel, size and shape you could imagine.
I can't help but wonder where we are going. I love this place, there are people laughing, people crying, hugging, and kissing. I can sense the children's excitement growing. They are trying to run but my wearer is telling them to be patient. We stop walking. There are people exiting through a door, we stand there and wait. My wearer starts pacing, back and forth with the baby in the stroller, the older children are getting impatient. I can sense the muscles in my wearers' foot tighten.
The older children are holding onto the stroller, I can feel my wearers' weight shifting from one foot to the other, back and forth, back and forth.
The kids run off yelling, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
A man comes walking over to my wearer with a suitcase, I can feel her lift up and put all her pressure on her toes to kiss him. She then relaxes into me, all tension gone, letting me mold around her foot softly yet again.
This post was prompted by The Lightning and the Lightning-Bug.
Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #6: These Shoes Were Made for Talking.