Sidetracked

“Where is my other shoe?”

Why would it not be here with the other one? Shoes do not simply walk away. At least not shoes without feet in them.

But where had I left it?

Then it hit me. The dog must have taken it.

After lunch, I searched by the tree where he usually stashed his ill-begotten goods, but my missing shoe was nowhere to be found.

What I did find was a heavy pen and a book titled Self-Hypnosis by Siesta Slumber.
I couldn’t stop myself. I sat down to read.

“Forget the shoe.”

I’m getting very sleepy…