My Left Slipper

On Thursday, we were just fooling around in the bedroom before bed. You know. The way people do.

I never wanted this. I never wanted to become so attached to–

Well, anyway. I tossed off my slippers. One foot, two foot. Barefoot, blue foot. Like a Dr. Suess rhyme. I tossed them away.

It’s Wednesday now. And look at it. Even the cleaning lady has come and gone. And no left slipper.

I wouldn’t wear just one out of the room. Would I?

I didn’t toss it out the window, did I?

Colin checked atop the wardrobes (and nearly broke his leg falling off the bed).

We just can’t find, my left slipper.

We’re not sure, but… we think it might have gone caravanning.

Any-hoo, if you see it, let me know. My feet are cold.