Text:<br /><br />Ashley was freaking out. How the hell did she end up here? She was just relaxing on her couch when she suddenly ended up at the park, how though? Weirdly she felt like she was in two places at once, almost as if she was spilt in two. She found she couldn&#8217;t move or do anything except look up. On her &#8216;tongue&#8217; she tasted a mix of old leather and something salty.<br /><br />Myra was defeated. After spending 45 minutes searching she couldn&#8217;t find her sandals. She looked just about everywhere at the park yet no luck. Taking a few minutes rest she layed down on the grass. How the hell did she even lose them? They were right by her and then suddenly they were gone. She considered asking someone for help but she reasoned that no one would be willing to help, maybe one of her friends would but they weren&#8217;t here now.<br /><br />On her right Ashley saw a face come into her view, Myra&#8217;s. How did she end up here with her best friend? Looking also to her right Myra couldn&#8217;t believe it. Right next to her was her lost sandals. How did they end up here? She hadn&#8217;t noticed them when she sat down, then again she was a bit flustered so it was reasonable to assume that she just hadn&#8217;t paid them any attention. Standing back up she slid them.<br /><br />She could do nothing as Myra stood and slid her foot into one of her halves, with that Ashley started freaking out even more. How in the hell did she become her best friend&#8217;s sandal? Then she slid her other foot on her. Ashley was smushed between her friends soles and the grass as Myra started walking. <br /><br />For some reason it seemed that her sandals were more comfortable than before, almost as if they were made with some comfy material. Though, Myra chalked this up to the relief of finally finding her sandals.<br /><br /><br />The image used doesn't belong to me and I will remove it at the behest of the copyright owner. I claim no ownership of the image.