"Do you think we can really climb up the couch?" you ask, trying to picture the feat in your mind.
"It does seem difficult, even though I feel like our chance of surviving would be higher," Dad answers. "But, we have an opportunity here in front of us. We can always try climbing the couch another time."
You nod but think to yourself, "If we survive."
You follow Dad to your mom's foot nearby. It is bouncing up and down nervously, tapping her heel on her sandal.
"We need to be careful," Dad says.
"I don't think we can even reach her foot from the floor, though," you observe.
"We'll have to climb onto the shoe to do it."
You gulp, seeing your mom's foot fidgeting. One knee-jerk reaction or misstep could end up in you being smashed under her heel. However, you feel a strange mix of emotions. You are nervous and worried but also excited and strangely even turned on by the situation. Your mother's feet are no new sight--after all, she normally prefers to go barefoot around the house. But, seeing them up close, knowing you'll have to put yourself in danger of being squashed under them, and realizing the power she holds over you--even unconsciously--has you feeling irrationally. Furthermore, your mom has unusually beautiful and well-pampered feet. Her skin is a light golden-tan and appears very smooth, and her toes are perfectly figured and have neatly-trimmed, but unpainted, nails.
"I've never noticed how much Mom takes care of her feet," you admit.
"She takes great pride in them," Dad answers.
You look at him, confused.
"Why?"
However, he doesn't answer. Instead, after a few awkward seconds of silence, he says, "The way I see it, we can either try getting her attention from her toes or her heel. Obviously, the first choice would be safer, but if she gets up to move, we may be goners. On the other hand, if we try her heel, we'll have to try not to be crushed, but we can also get to safety if she suddenly moves."
He turns his eyes to you.
"What do you think?"