Stones in my shoes

I rushed my way out of the convenient store the other night with two bottles of milk cracking in a plastic bag. “I can’t make it to the last train” I thought while heading to Akihabara train station…My steps kept getting wider till I reached the train sign, and as soon as I reached the platform the doors already closed on me…I stressed my feet tracing back my tracks to the closest subway line, my lungs gave up breathing the cold air, so I stopped and leaned back to the wall and my back wasn’t supposed to feel the wall. “Wait a second….” I wondered because I didn’t feel it hugging my back anymore.. “My back pack!” I started trembling with nervousness……My passport and apartment keys were in there…

“Damn!” I kicked the ground with the tip of my shoe, and covered my head with my hands…..I knew this would be one of those terrible nights….Would have been easier if it was a bit warmer..

I stressed my brain till it locked in shock, I couldn’t remember where I left my back pack…. “It should be next to the yakuniku table!” I raced back to the restaurant….

I grabbed the customer’s attention with all the noise I made rushing through the entrance door….and out of all expectations, my mind managed to recollect a few of what I’ve learned, “Kapan wasuremashita” I was amazed when I came up with those two words…. “Wonders of nervousness” I whispered to myself. I took the manager towards the yakuniku table, I stripped place upside down and didn’t find it. While backing my steps back to the entrance door, I bowed to my knees apologizing for all the disturbance I caused, and while I was out on the streets of Akihabara I realized that I lost my bottles of milk too.

I remembered those bottles ringing while I was running to Akihabara station, I was pretty sure that I had my backpack strapped to my back at that time. “Where did it stop ringing, and when did I feel lighter” I kept recalling. “Yes!! It should be at the ticket machine” because I remembered taking coins off the bag pockets…. I ran again towards the station, while my thought kept racing of the chances my fat backpack gets stolen… “Sure I won’t find it after all this time…” I worried.

As soon as I arrived to the Akihabara station, I swarmed all the ticket machines but found nothing, shivers streamed my backbone and my imagination couldn’t stop thinking of the worse… “I could be sleeping on a park bench tonight” I thought with fear gripping my guts.

Right next to the ticket machines was a security office counter, and right upon that counter lied my backpack and the two bottles of milk, my guts loosened, and a smile took place in most of my face…Even with the cold weather back then, the feeling of happiness at that moment have warmed my body and calmed my soul. I was about to kiss the old officer’s forehead when I retrieved my things, and on my way out of the station, I bowed down to the city of Tokyo and all of its respectable people.

“Nothing gets lost in here” I believed….

I decided to take a taxi straight to my apartment door, “I couldn’t walk anymore after all that workout“ I thought to myself

I noticed my self limping towards the side of the street, my ankle began acking with every step further, I took my shoes off and shook them, and little pieces of rock started raining to the ground…

“How didn’t I feel these stones in my shoes” I wondered.