There is a pea in my shoe. It has been there for some time now. More than minutes. More than hours. I would say, by now, it’s been three days. Yes, three days I’d say.

I was going to take my shoes off carefully at bed time on the first night but decided against it. I took only one shoe off. The shoe without the pea. I slept with one shoe on that night and one shoe off. I was a little restless but it was ok, in the grand scheme of things.

Last night I eased the shoe off and checked the pea. It was there inside the shoe. It wasn’t squashed. I left the pea exactly where is was. I slept without the shoe on my foot last night. I had the shoe close by, next to the bed. I covered the opening of the shoe with a sock. I did this to stop mice. I slept better last night than the night before, I would say.

Today I went for a walk with the pea in my shoe. I put it under the arch of my foot so it wouldn’t squash. I wore thick – almost spongy – socks for the same purpose. It’s been warm today, so heating the pea in my shoe has been a risk, but one well worth taking, I’d say. Yes, a risk – but worth it.

It’s a nice feeling – a comfort. Having a pea in your shoe is a nice feeling. “Pea as friend is a good friend indeed” as the saying goes. A real friend I’d say. A pea in my shoe is a good friend indeed. That’s my interpretation of the saying anyway. One who arrives when the rest of the world walks out. In the grand scheme of things, I have something I can depend upon. Yes. I can say that for certain. Yes.

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