Another day. Another boring day on the calendar. She'd get out of bed and shower. She'd go downstairs, drink coffee and eat Cheerios at her boring kitchen table. She'd get in her boring car and go to her boring job and eat her boring lunch and work some more. She'd come home and watch endless reruns of The Biggest Catch, and then she'd go to bed... and do it all again the next day.
Jasmine sighed. It was never any different.
Except today. Maybe today would be different.
She reached to the nightstand, and dialed a number on her phone. "Hi, this is Jasmine," she said weakly into the phone with a feigned cough. "I'm afraid I'm very sick today, and won't be able to come in for work this morning. Hopefully, I'll be able to come back in tomorrow. Thanks...."
That done, she threw back the covers and jumped in the shower. She dressed in her favorite outfit, the one that she almost never wore because she had nowhere to wear it to. She reserved a rental car, a fast convertible she could drive around with the top down.
The last thing she did, before heading out the door to go pick up her new pretend car, was strap on a pair of bright red high heeled sandals.
Anything, absolutely anything, was liable to happen if you just wore your red shoes.