Shoelace Trap

Tiptoeing back inside from the porch, my eyes locked onto the giant shoe rack by the door! Ooh, a shadowy cavern smelling like rubber and sidewalk dust! I picked the tallest navy sneaker, grabbed a dangling woven lace, and hauled myself upward—heave-ho! But wait—*whoosh-plop*! My footing slipped on the smooth brass eyelet, and down I slid, backward right into the deep, squishy tongue pocket! Before I could scramble up, the floppy white laces collapsed straight across my lap like tangled spaghetti! Haha! I wriggled my legs, giggling as the rubber toe cap echoed every tiny squeak.