It was a long jog to the end of the bed, over to her shoes. When he finally got to them, he ran to the toe of his chosen converse. The mouth of the shoe was too high up for him to actually reach, being only an inch tall. He was a little winded, climbing up to the top of the purple canvas shoes before using the laces like a little ladder to get inside.

They had been sitting there all night, so the heat and sweat had all but dissipated from use. However, that didn't change the lingering smell. He glanced up to see how far she had come - He was on her left shoe, peeking over the tongue.

Then, the little one hopped inside.

There was no turning back at this point. The smell of her feet surrounded his little body. While it wasn't still muggy as though she had just taken her shoes off, it was still a hot day outside. Dried up sweat from, what was likely, years of use covered the insole of her beaten shoes. He could see a clear indent where her heel pad, toe pads, and main pad all wore down the insole significantly.

How long had she owned these shoes? They looked beaten in, and though there were no actual holes, the thin fabric looked as though it wasn't far from ripping in places. He quickly made his way over to the toe section, surrounding himself more with her scent as he waited for her to get everything settled and ready to go...