finish later

i am a self-proclaimed logophile.
i am running my the last lap on the teen track.
i am tying my shoes for too long.
i am tripping.
i am flat faced and cuddling the cold pavement when a sudden jolt turns the globe inside out and i am rolling around the inside of a transparent blow up beach ball - i see the world in frosted plastic pink and it reminds me of the jelly shoes i used to wear on my feet as a small child. i punched holes in the straps to make them tighter around my ankles. i had weak ankles.
when i realize i am running again, faster and faster, and that this is my last lap on the teen track - i know the wings on the back of my jelly shoes are almost strong enough to lift me right off this pavement.
i cant wait until yesterday.