Girl Next Door
Although she, literally, lives next door to my dirty footslave-alcove, she doesn't visit me every day. Only on days when she's feeling particularly mischievous.
A familiar face - or rather familiar feet - approach me |
She must be in a mischievous mood today! |
Only one sock - her left - is currently visible above her sneaker rims |
But it is her right foot that is the first to be presented to my menial, municipal mouth |
Swiftly followed by the left! |
I'll bet she's grinning triumphantly down at me? |
As well she might - for she is the master and I am the slave |
She towers over me... |
...switching feet several times in front of my confined face... |
...before turning to walk away... |
...no doubt feeling refreshed and vindicated... |
...whilst I just feel humbled! |