Ouch

You’re asleep when I get up

I tiptoe to the closet

I dress myself in total dark

and hope my clothes 

choices matches.

I tiptoe to the front door.

I wrap a scarf around 

my neck and shrug 

into my jacket.

I grab my purse and keys.

As I run to catch the bus,

my right foot starts to cramp.

I don’t have time 

to check it out,

I hobble to the stop.

On the bus when I sit down,

the mystery is solved.

The styles are the same.

The colors are different.

And both the shoes are left.