Familiar Boots

Most of the time when my humble hatch opens at the base of my cell door, it’s the familiar uniform boots of one of my guard-mistresses that I see. And, if I’m lucky, the tops of their uniform socks! 

I wait patiently for my cell-door humble hatch to be opened from the outside

Nine times out of ten, when it does open, it will be a familiar pair of guard-mistress's boots outside

They often visit me to have their uniform boots kiss-respected

If I'm lucky, I might get to see a glimpse of their uniform socktops also!

Dark grey socks...

...amidst the gloom of the dimly-lit corridor

I live for these moments!

All too soon the boots (and socks) turn their backs on me...

...and my humble hatch is once again slammed shut!


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