Where the **** are my slippers?
By VampireDeluxe 2 Comments
Not a day goes by where I fail to ask the question, "Where the fuck did I leave my slippers?" I awake, having sworn I left them at the side of my bed, did I dream this, insanity, schizophrenia? no im pretty sure I left them there. So where the fuck are they I ask myself. Are there kinds of beings that feed off of souls of slipper? i dought it. Where then, I hear you cry, are my slippers. Ill invariably end up bumbling from room to room, frost bite, chillblains and countless other cold related shit happening to my feet.
Eventually, cursing the tiled floor that was foolishly laid down years before, ill find my slippers, (or at least one of them as they are rarely found as a pair). Slipping my shivering feet into the silky softness that can only be descibed as foot heaven, the day seems to take on a new meaning.
If only my slippers would stay where I leave them and belay their ceaseless wondering of my home.
If only....
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