Unprepared for the flop he took, you lose your balance on the first wave, however, this change in position threw you into the second major wave face-first, catapulting you into the air, and scaring the life out of you, almost literally. As you plummet to your demise, you let out an uneasy yell, barreling endlessly towards your doom. However, that doom gets slightly delayed, as you land on a semi-solid surface that wreaked of months of built-up sweat and old rubber. You look around, and behold the sight before your eyes.
You look down, noticing the large 12 on the slick surface where you stand, then look up, noticing the position next to the bed, where your prison resides. You reach the unique understanding that you are imprisoned in your friend's shoe! Well, this is an awkward situation. You wonder what to do. The top of the shoe is a bit high to climb, so you'll have to find another way out. You can yell for your friend, which you doubt would work, considering his sleep. He always talked about how light a sleeper he was. Maybe it had a shot. You could try to perform a quick inspection of your prison, hoping for a hole, or maybe a lace to climb. This is possible to you, but unlikely. The only other thought you have is to spend the night, and hope he sees you in his shoe in the morning. What will it be?
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