Bright and early, Ashton draws a number from her bucket. An ..
🕑 Added 2023-03-01 02:05:53 +0000 UTC
Bright and early, Ashton draws a number from her bucket. An actual bucket with actual numbers that sits on her office desk. Today, same as all days, she announces her number proudly. In a loud, singsongy voice, she echoes “Nuuuuumber 32!”
Her foot steps boom louder as she gets closer. Ashton plucks you from your cell and greets you with a warm, engrossing kiss.
“Off we go 32! Lots to do today!” she says as she quickly spins around on one heel, giving you a rush of f0rce from the fast motion.
She carries you to her porch where she drops you down inside of a shoe. Ashton then places her enormous and visibly dirty foot down inside. You scramble to get out of the way, managing to find the perfect spot at the arch of her foot.
She booms across her porch and down the steps, beginning a long, grueling day of running errands. You, of course, are there every step of the way. Quite literally.
Several hours pass and she announces down to you, “Heading home, 32!”
At last! Your day is almost over. You’re filthy, completely coated in sweat from her clammy foot. The cushion of the shoe is damp and emitting a powerful odor. The thought of this soon being over is what is helping you push through.
You hear the engine turn off and she steps out of the vehicle. Walking across the gravel driveway, a few steps land perfectly on a rock that drives right into your back. You wince, but the knowledge of departure makes the discomfort quickly fade.
