All I Want Are High Heels

I was sitting in my confinement room this morning. Relaxing, listening to the soothing rustle of the trees and the fresh morning breeze, when my mum left for work. I heard the sound of her heels tapping on the driveway. Click. Click. Click.

And it brought me back to my childhood years, walking down the hospital corridors, trailing behind my mum. I was always fascinated by the sound of her heels clicking as she walked. To me it was the sound of utmost grown-up sophistication.

So it hit me that that's where I got my fascination with high heels. After months of walking in flats, despite how pretty ballerina flats they maybe, I'm so ready to step back into those glamorous heels.

It's true you know. What they say.
You put high heels on and you change.