Dorothy wouldn't cut off her heels just to wear shoes.

If you click your heels three times, you can go home.

There is no one to say that to me. I am not Dorothy, and I don't have magic shoes. Looking from the right, the left, from above, or from below—looking from 360 degrees, no matter how you look at it, I have to somehow walk home while swinging my undeniably heavy Siri from side to side.

For that, you need comfortable shoes, Dorothy.

I whisper to the Dorothy inside my heart.
But no one will give me shoes as a gift, and even if they did, I wouldn't wear silver pumps.
All I need is a pair of black pumps. That's all.

One day, I set out on a journey in search of black pumps, and although I walked nearly 20,000 steps, I ended up coming home dejectedly without buying the shoes I wanted.

Maybe I'm too obsessed with black. If I had chosen spring-like pumps, I might have found them easily. Thinking about that, I continue to massage my Siri today to make it smaller. 'Even if you change the color of your shoes, you won't find shoes that fit your feet,' my wicked sister whispered to me while I was massaging. 'You're not Cinderella, after all.'

I have decided to buy only black clothes and black shoes as much as possible.
Because then, I can even attend a funeral just like that.
Besides, I could use the name of an alcoholic beverage as a code name, drug some guy around here, and turn him into a first-grade elementary school student.
Or, if I were walking down a dark road, I could blend into the darkness and grin, making it look like only my white teeth were floating in mid-air.

Because I'm such a person dressed all in black, it's not like I want colorful, spring-like shoes or anything.
I wore black short boots all through winter, and before winter started, I wore black pumps the whole time. Since the material of those pumps was suede, I just thought they didn't feel very spring-like, so I wanted pumps that weren't suede.

That's all.

So, it's not like I'm in trouble without new shoes, but at the change of seasons, I start wanting new clothes and shoes.
After all, it's spring.

However, even though I go into shoe stores and look for shoes, nothing clicks. My sixth sense doesn't react, as if it's dead. Although a single white hair, looking like a stray cowlick, is standing straight up on my head, it doesn't seem to be reacting to shoes, nor is there a handsome man around. These are days spent smoothing down a useless white hair radar. It's sad. It's not like I can stay black-haired forever just because dyeing my hair is a hassle. I wonder if it's about time for some gray hair dye. Hey, Dad.
Hey Kitaro! It's still too early to give up!

Huh? Too early to give up?

I'm the type whose brain easily trips off somewhere, but in reality, my feet are on the ground. I'm not Doraemon, so I'm not floating 3mm above the ground. For now, I decided to rely on Amazon. This is the Reiwa era, after all.

Even though you can get all sorts of things done online, to be honest, I hesitate to buy clothes and shoes online. Because if it's a failure, returning them is a hassle and a waste. Especially with shoes, if they don't fit, I won't wear them because I can't walk. If I tried to wear shoes that didn't fit anyway, I'd have to do something like my wicked sister—cutting off my heels and bleeding, dyeing my black pumps red. Hey, Cinderella. Please prepare shoes that fit me.

And then, I found a pair of shoes.
Pumps you can run in! And they're in the 3,000 yen range!
So cheap!
And they have plenty of sizes!

If it's this, I won't regret it even if it's a failure, Cinderella. Well done. No need to cut off heels, no need to cut off toes. If the size doesn't fit and you want them, I'll give them to you. Accept them gratefully. Though, they are 24.5cm. Oh my! Too loose, you say? Big feet, you say? Bigger is better! Just stuff some tissues in the toes!

I've lost my composure. To everyone working at Amazon. Thank you for your hard work. I have nothing but gratitude that they arrive in two days. Thank you. I'll try them on right away. Excited♡

So, I try on the pumps that arrived right away.

Huh?
What is this?
What does this mean?

Is this a Cinderella fit, like an old lady with a cane turned dirty, ragged shoes into glass slippers? Does it feel like they were made just for me?
Could a prince appear before me?
Is it like a pumpkin turning into a carriage and mice turning into white horses?

Huh? A prince?
Sorry, I'm not interested in a prince in white tights. Sorry, no way.
Come back when you're wearing a three-piece suit.

But, don't let your guard down. The real test is after walking in them.
So I tried them on, and they're easy to walk in!
Wow! I'm so incredibly happy.
There are so many designs, they're cost-effective, and they're easy to walk in—what is this!

Now I can finally relax.
Clicking my heels loudly in my comfortable pumps, I'm heading home again today!