As Cinderella run like hell, out of the ball, as the clock struck twelve, she’d, barely, made it, and, as the pumpkin carriage took her away, it started, metamorphosing, BACK to that pumpkin again…
To escape, from being, “swallowed whole” by that pumpkin, Cinderella, she jumped out of the window of the carriage, left her glass slipper, the only IDENTIFYING “trait” that allowed her to be identified by her prince.
photo found online
Left her glass slipper, inside that pumpkin carriage, and by morning, when Cinderella finally recalled last night, she ran quickly, out to the pumpkin patch, to try to find it again, but, no luck!
Left her glass slipper, inside that pumpkin carriage, she didn’t know, that the pumpkin carriage was, going, to be so awful like her stepmother and stepsisters too, not cutting her some slacks. Left her glass slipper, inside that pumpkin carriage, she’d, beaten herself over it, again, and again, and again. How can I be so freaking careless? To lose that ONLY identifier that the prince will have of me, huh? Now, I’ll, NEVER get out, of this life of slavery!
getting left behind…photo found online
Left her glass slipper, inside that pumpkin carriage, because she let the ball go to her head, and, gotten lost, in the prince’s arms while they danced the night away, and now, she has, NOTHING left, nothing, but the fading memories, of her great night out at the ball………
Life, the Obstacle Course 