The sneaker mocked her. Penny rolled over. Moonlight came in from the window and illuminated its gold sequins. She pushed the sheet and duvet off. It was boastful, that sneaker, with all its glitter and glam. Worse, the sneaker knew of her stupidity.
With a click, Penny turned on the bedside lamp. Her eyes squinted in protest. The covers fell to the floor with a thud. Her feet touched down on the hardwood and she kicked aside the offending pile of blankets. The gaudy shoe wasn't moved by her scathing gaze. It just sat there. Each sparkle a spotlight on her shame.
Hours before she stepped out of the post office and the day stole her senses. It was warm in the sunshine and crisp in the shade. The pale blue sky was full of fluffy clouds and the sun played peek-a-boo between the trees. All she could think, as she stood with the warmth on her face, was about walking down to the park.
She only went a few blocks outside her safety zone. With thumbs hooked in th…