“I cannot believe he’s sleeping through this,” Diane whispered.
“Apparently, his feet are more considerate when he’s unconscious.”
At that precise moment, he stirred. Both of us went still. He scratched his nose, mumbled, turned toward the window, and resumed snoring.
Diane clapped her hands over her mouth. I closed the nail-polish bottle, returned the remaining gifts to my bag, and leaned back to admire my work.
Five bright pink toenails and two sparkling rings. It was magnificent.
When would he notice? The thought of him walking through the cabin like that almost made me laugh before anything had even happened. GetWriting Tools
Roughly forty minutes later, he woke, stretched, and took off his headphones. Then he stood to use the restroom, apparently deciding shoes were unnecessary.
The oversized plastic jewels caught the cabin lights with every step he took down the aisle. Another passenger noticed and burst out laughing. Someone farther back began giggling, and soon several rows of people were watching the man’s feet.
