
These Worn Shoes
The worn shoes. The alarm sounded in the morning like the many other before it. I attempted to roll over pulling the sheets over my head as if by doing so it would somehow stop the minutes from passing and again hearing the alarm. This time instead of the dreadful repeated loud time of the alarm, the radio sounded. “Zapp featuring Roger” pounded forth “MORE Bounce TO THE OUNCE”. Although still laying in bed I found my head nodding in rhythm with song. Sitting up I left out a big moan as I stretched. Standing up my body swayed side to side impressing the invisible ladies in my room dancing with me. Stepping into my closet I pulled out my clothes for ....
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