Kicks on Display

Staring out the window was cool, but a glimpse by the front door grabbed my attention. I slid off the sill, dashed across the floorboards, and hopped up the tiers of the wooden shoe rack. Jackpot. A fresh pair of high-top sneakers was resting right on the second shelf. I strolled along the edge of the thick white rubber sole, comparing the crisp leather panels and black laces to my own kicks. Perfect match in vibe, just ten times my size. I leaned back against the ankle collar with my hands in my hoodie pockets, treating the massive tongue like my personal lounge chair.