I carry the shoes down the hallway

I drop one

I lean over to pick it up and kick the decoration resting by my foot

I fix the decoration

I grab the shoe and start to stand

The lace has planted itself under my foot

The shoe is ripped from my hand as I begin the ascent

Down I go again, grasping the shoe, lifting my foot at the same time

Finally, I rise – the victor

I have beat life once again, at it’s own game.