Every morning I wake up to the annoying sound of Abigael’s alarm clock and the smell of my own leather. Don’t get me wrong; I love waking up to the song, “Endlessly” by the Cab, but does it have to be at six-fifteen in the morning every day even on weekends? I mean, does she not like to sleep? I’ll never understand it. Once Abigael finally wakes up, the anticipation starts to set in. Which pair of shoes will she choose today? Fortunately for me there’s not too much competition. There are the smelly sneakers, the blue heels, myself, and then there’s the cowboy boots.
I cannot stand those cowboy boots and there are three pairs of them! I understand that since I am an ankle boot myself, I should get along with them more, but I hate them. They always pick on me since I’m too short to be considered a cowboy boot, which leaves me in this odd in between group among the shoes. I mean, I’m not a sneaker and I’m most certainly not a flip-flop or a heel. So, what am I exactly? Abigael simply refers to me as a black leather ankle boot, but I still don’t know what to call myself.
Luckily, Abigael has chosen to wear me today over a pair of her cowboy boots. As soon as she slips me on, I instantly feel wanted and appreciated. Abigael then stands in front of the full-length mirror, giving me a chance to admire how I look on her. Today she’s wearing me with a nice floral blue blouse, skinny jeans, and a nice pair of teardrop earrings with her hair pinned back. I notice Abigael giving herself a smile in approval of her look as I say, “Wow, we look good today! ” Oh, how I wish she could hear me compliment how we look together.
Abigael then makes her way upstairs into the living room as I hear myself pound against the hard steps. I wait patiently as she prepares and then eats her breakfast before finishing getting ready. “Hurry up! ” | exclaim, “All I want is to get out and enjoy the day! ” Then I realized that it was raining, which means that any hope of being outdoors has been shot down. Once Abigael has finally finished getting ready, we finally leave the house. Once we reach our destination, I get excited to find out what we’re doing today.
Are we going to walk around the mall, see a movie, or maybe even go out to take some photography? Then I realize we’re just going to Starbucks to work on homework. I love watching the people around us, but I get so bored just resting against the stool. After several hours of this boredom spent pondering about what I am, a handsome fellow approaches Abigael. Even though she can’t hear me, I still remind her to, “Stay calm, stay calm and be cool! ” I sit and listen as the handsome stranger and Abigael flirt with each other.
All of a sudden, Abigael stands up as we make our way over in line waiting to order. Of course Abigael orders her usual mocha frappuccino, but usually she pays for it herself. Instead, this handsome stranger buys her the drink. “That was so nice of him! ” I don’t know why I even bother commenting; she never speaks to me. After getting her drink, I hear the man ask for her number. Abigael rolls in her right ankle as she looks down at me and smiles. She then meets his gaze once again and replies, “sure” with a half smile.
Once they exchange numbers, it’s time to go home as we have spent the entire day here. Once we get home, Abigael returns downstairs to her bedroom to change. I am happy to make the journey downstairs, as I am tired after the day and ready to head to bed early. Abigael stops in front of the mirror one more time as she reaches into her back pocket, grabs the gentleman’s number, and smiles as she looks at the piece of paper. She then looks down at me and says, “Glad I had my lucky boots on today. ” It is in that moment that I realize what Tam. I am Abigael’s lucky, sassy pair of boots.
I may not be a tall, tan pair of leather cowboy boots, but I am short, black, made of slick leather, and have plenty of sass with my three-inch heel. It all makes sense now; why Abigael always walks a little taller in me, why she wears me so often, and why she always walks with just a little more pep in her step while wearing me. I feel content as Abigael slides me off and returns me to the floor of her closet. I will no longer feel inferior to those taller boots, now! feel nothing but pride and will sleep peacefully knowing that I am wanted. Today has been a great day because now I know exactly what I am; lucky and sassy.
