Right Foot was quiet. Then, softly: "Do you know what it's like to be me?"
Left Foot had shifted forward a quarter inch. Right Foot, without being asked, slid back to match.
The next morning, the human stood up. "Right, let's—" foot and foot
Left Foot was jealous.
"I'm the one who kicks the loose rug," Right Foot said. "I'm the one who finds the puddle in the dark. I take the first fall. And when the human is sad, who carries all the weight? Me, leaning into nothing. You get to rest." Right Foot was quiet
The human smiled, confused, then tried: "Left… let's go?"
Left Foot opened his toes, then closed them. He had never thought of it that way. The next morning, the human stood up
Right Foot, startled from a doze, whispered back, "What?"