Dorothy in Seattle-land (part one)

My name is Dorothy and I go to college I. Seattle, WA. 

I walked past this above-ground drain hole everyday on my way to school.  I never noticed it until one day it was open, which was very curious.  The next day there were these red shoes next to the opening.  

My imagination went wild.  I couldn't help myself- I was so curious.

So everyday I made sure to look over and see the status of these bright red shoes.  Perhaps someone had taken them or thrown them away.  But no- the shoes were still there.  Some days the shoes would be pointing different directions and I didn't know why--I had to investigate.  

So one day on my way to school I stopped and looked into the drain hole next to the shoes searching for answers.  Maybe an entire person had been lost but she left her shoes.

 I couldn't see the bottom of the sewer but I (perhaps foolishly) yelled "hello!  Is anyone down there?  Are these your red shoes?"  There was no response.  And of course there was no response, I was being crazy...I was going crazy with the thoughts of these shoes.  

So I continued on to school that same day and was a little late to class and didn't have an excuse besides the fact that I was trying to solve the mystery of this urban Alice in Seattle-land with her leather bound Dorothy shoes.

  ...I do go to arts college but even they would think that was an odd excuse for being late.  

The next day, the small red shoes with a black rim were gone.  I turned on my phone's flashlight I thrust the light down the drain to see if the shoes were down there.  I couldn't see the bottom of the pit and with a certain shift in my position, I accidentally dropped my phone into this urban well! 

I was lost without the phone--though I hate it- my life is on that thing!  I had to go in after it.  The ladder down ended with about 10 feet to the water so I hoped it was deep enough and I jumped in.

Mistake.  I had school in 30 minutes and there was no time for adventures.  

I was submerged in sewage water.  I have never smelled anything so vile ever. I almost don't even want to explain this part of the story.  My feet were cold so I looked down to see my shoes had run away from me- oh my god!  My shoes are probably up there on the top of the well.  My brown boots with red laces- people will wonder and say "Hm- that's peculiar- I wonder why there are a pair of boots on that well."  

It was awfully stinky down in the pit...

The well opened up into caverns underground like that scene from Indiana jones. Not gunna lie.  I felt like indi.  Besides the smell, I felt like a complete and utter badass.

But there was work yet to be done: where was my phone?  I looked and looked and looked but there was no sign.   I yelled for help but no one was responding.  

I was cold.

I was alone. 

I needed help.  

There was no light at the end of the tunnel.  I was lost.  So I did what anyone would do- I sat still and waited for help.  

I tried jumping for the ladder which was just out of reach.  

After the only light peeking in from the top of the well went out with the setting of the sun did I choose my path.  I chose  my tunnel and began to trudge through the fecal infested rat den with my shoes off, alone.  

I tried to walk but I couldn't see a damn thing.  I kept tripping.  

I tripped for a final time down a waterfall of brown water- I was delirious.  I woke up and wrote this blog post.  It's dark.  I need to get out somewhere.  Somehow.