Oh! I just heard brother Sneak scream, but I don't empathize or sympathize because that is long gone. Rather envy rattles profoundly inside me, and the rage has spread to the very sole. I believe that he has earned some brownie points (through his sinister ways of course) with master. He always manages to get those glorious extra minutes of sleep. The master always leaves him adjacent to Mister Brown (the door), where he peeks through the crevice and gets flickered glimpses of shady nightlife. And I on the other hand, am hurled astray, enveloped by the dangling blanket " Miss Cozy". Miss Cozy has a quirky fondness towards me, a fondness not deciphered and unspoken of. Despite the persistent pleading, she never lets me gape out of her shadowing covers. It' s a dingy, enclosure for me till dawn. I always get weighed down first due to the proximity, and then brother Sneak gets stomped and attached to the right foot. Inspite of being harnessed, packaged and delivered from the same factory, we are siblings who could never be laced with love and affection. There were countable moments, of our connection. The sibling rivalry has constantly put us in the running. It is either me or him that takes up the front when master rambles ,jogs or paces up . We are seldom on the same grounds of jovial spirit or reviving calmness. And even whilst the master attains the stationary state , our gazes, are blocked by the white strings that blindfold us.
However, love has not totally abandoned me, I seek solace and warmth from Snuggles( My sock partner). She is my best friend, and my lover. I always bind her to myself with my laces. She has always protected me from the fissured foot and I inturn ensure that no strand of thread escapes from her woollen embodiment. I have traversed and bore the rugged most, uneven and hoarse surfaces , to ensure that snuggles is unscathed. They don't call me sturd for nothing.
Sneak on the other hand, puts in negligible efforts to shield Fuzzy( Snuggle's twin) . Shameful isn't it?
But that is him. Nothing goes beyond his narcissism and nonchalance. Not even Fuzzy's weary state, of isolation and rejection. Fuzzy adores Sneak, and I fail to comprehend why. She turns a deaf ear to all caution against Sneak, but we believe that one day she will recognize the shallowness that has engulfed Sneak. Sneak has caused enough damage to her, she is bruised to the extent that master's toe spears through her. There are fathomless holes that leave her wretchedly frozen.
Life hasn't been shoe-gary sweet for us. Never have we rejoiced our traveled path, misadventures or transgressions . The journey seems infinite, and the intermittent rest smolders all rays of hopes with it's murkiness.
After years of loyalty, master looks, down upon us. We feel objectified. We feel disgraced. The feeling of being worthless, and downright deplorable, is frightening. But what wears our soul out is the dreaded journey to Mister Bin. (The trash can)
Mister Bin has a horrible reputation of mauling everything that enters him.
There have been ghastly tales of shoemates going there and never coming back, to tell us their despicable fate.
Um, so this is a brief excerpt of my life. I will end the narration by re-highlighting two major chunks of my life. First phase: Being owned,slaved and oppressed . Second phase: Being disowned,discarded and forgotten forever.