Just a few minutes pass midnight. There it sat, a lone left sided glass slipper. Bruised by it hurrying owner. Damped by puddles that fear dragged it through. With traces of dust either from a fairy or shame. This lone glass slipper left on a rugged mat by the door of its owner, longing for its partner in crime. The other side of its pair, the right side who got left on the wrong side of town. While the lone glass slipper longed for the presence of its partner, the glass slipper rejoice because it was finally in the hands of a prince.