He took in a deep breath. Looked down at his feet, smiled and looked forward again. Quickly his head jerked back down to his stare at his feet. His left shoe, it was missing!

"How could this be" he thought, staring at his foot, then back at the wall, shaking his head back and forth as if he was searching for someone who was hidden away behind the shelves of a library. "My shoe was here earlier."

Frantically he scoured over his dresser, the bed, under the covers, ANYWHERE that his shoe could have escaped to.

It shook his soul, that he could not find his shoe. "WHY god, WHY?" He yelled tearfully as he was staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit room. "Why on my most important of nights, must you torture my soul by hiding only my left shoe?" he sobbed, falling to his knees.

He slowly collapsed onto the floor, grabbing both his knees and hugging them. In the fetal position, his tearful whimpers broke the silence of the cold white bathroom walls.

A beautiful woman walked into the room.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Choking on his balled up t-shirt that somehow made it into his mouth, he barely uttered "I loft my thoo".

The look on her face turned stale, as she stomped across the room into the walk in closet. She was gone a mere 25 seconds before returning, throwing a shoe onto the ball laying on her bathroom floor.

"Try checking the shoe rack where we KEEP THE SHOES," she screamed at him. She slowly walked away to head down stairs, "I'll be outside waiting, hurry it up," as she passed the doorway she muttered, "idiot!"

He spit the balled up shirt out of his mouth, and slowly sat up with his knees slightly bent behind him. He looked at the shoe. It began to glow, as if he had just discovered the lost arc, or some old pirate booty off some strange coast. He lifted the shoe, basked in it's glory. He smiled, still holding the shoe as he stood up. Holding the shoe up to the ceiling, laughing and crying at the same time. He smiled at himself, as if he had just won the olympic gold, as he dropped the shoe to the ground next to his foot. He slowly lifted his foot, still smiling, as he placed it into the hole of the shoe. He looked into the mirror.

"There's that successful man, he knows what's up," he thought with a smug look on his face as if he had just gotten away with a bank heist.

Still smirking, he took one step forward, slowly tilting his head down to admire his reunited pair of shoes.

"What?" he screetched! "No! HOW COULD THIS?"

He looked down at his feet, and noticed that he wasn't wearing socks.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" he cried before fainting into the bathtub.