Johnny wanders across the room, glancing around self-consciously. He's wearing black sneakers with white laces, baggy jeans and an open buttoned shirt with a wish-washy blue t-shirt underneath.
His big, brown eyes move around the floor , searching for something. A strand of long brown hair falls in front of his dark, deep set eyes and he casually brushes it back.
He walks to the middle of the room where you are and stands there, deep in thought, his long, soft jawline illuminated in the warm, yellow sunlight. You're terrified of staying this way forever, and you jump at the chance to seek help from this seemingly kind-natured boy. You run to him, beating on the toe of his left sneaker, calling out for help.
He continues to stare ahead, unnoticing, until slowly, his left leg shifts a little.. Johnny seems to be moving nearly unconsciously, lost in his own musings, and the dirty white rubber underside of the shoe's toe slams into you, knocking the wind out of you and leaving you on your back. Then, the giant shoe which is twice your size slowly moves over you, blanketing you in shadow. The sneaker is lowered down in what seems like minutes.. Slow, fear-stricken minutes, and settles on your stomach, squeezing out what you'd regained of your breath.
Your head poking out the top, you can only just see Johnny's soft, ignorant face still gazing around, completely unaware that a slight shift of his foot has nearly snuffed your life out like a tiny insect. Your arms flail as, breathlessly, you beg for his attention. You can feel the warmth of his foot heating the rubber, its ridges currently indenting your stomach. By some twist of fate, Johnny's head slowly, "slowly" turns, down, in your direction, and realisation just as slowly affects his expression. His brow knitted, his hair hanging like a messy curtain by his eyes, his lips part.. "Wh... What?"
Reality seems to hit, and Johnny's expression changes significantly as he recognises the thing under his shoe, and decides exactly what to do with it..