ADIDAS

The word looked at you plainly as you lay still on your back. You were frozen to your spot like someone had nailed you to the floor. Looking up, you were transfixed as you watched Hope slowly strip her socks off. You could hear the sweat cling to the fabric as a sound similar to tape being peeled off resounded in your ears. One of these huge black socks fell onto the sandal you were sitting on. As it ran across the toe section, a wave of Hope’s aroma washed over you. After a long game, the smell wasn’t roses to say the least. Chocking, you tried desperately to move, but as Hope’s foot hovered over you, you knew it was too late.

Hope sighed as she slowly slid her feet into her sandals. She stretched as she wiggled her hot toes feverishly. Her body was sore all over, and her feet were killing her! As soon as she got home she decided she was going to take a nice long bath and try to relax for once. They had lost the game, and Hope was kicking herself (figuratively) for letting those two shots in. She knew she was better than that! Frustrated, she ground her foot into her flip flop and stormed out of the locker room.

You wondered what would become of you as you found your body pressed against Hope’s arch. Looking around, you were dismayed to see strings and lint form her socks that were the same size as you.

“HOPE! HELP ME! I’M A FAN OF YOURS!” you shout from Hope’s arch. No answer.

You sighed; you really hadn’t expected anything else. But you were thankful for two things. One, you managed to get stuck on the very edge of Hope’s arch, so she wasn’t stepping on you. And most importantly of all, number 2, that sock had taken most of the sweat off of Hope’s feet. Tired, you decided to rest while Hope drove home, no use getting flustered just yet….

You woke up to the familiar back and forth swinging of Hope’s long strides. Looking around, you saw you were in her house, but you weren’t sure just where yet. Before you could get your bearings though, you were already in danger as you saw Hope….