Sharon and the singing shoes

x	Sharon and the singing shoes

I find myself in a stereotypical prison-like psychiatric hospital, in a room with only a thin mattress and blue light streaking through a barred window. I think I'm here because I've made some against-the-grain political or cultural statements, but I can't remember the details. I decide to go convince the hospital's higher-ups that I am, in fact, sane.

I go to the residents' recreation area, which sports cafeteria tables and orange-and-brown carpet. Today we've been joined by a celebrity volunteer who's trying to make our lives a bit brighter -- Sharon Stone! She's got a chic short blond haircut, and she's handing out packages we've gotten from friends and family. "Here, dear," she says, holding out a box to me. "It's from your cousins."

I open it and find a pair of blue Vans tennis shoes. One shoe has "Rock" written on the toe; the other says "Jazz Fusion." I'm confused, but I put them on. It turns out that when you step on the floor with the Rock shoe, it plays instrumental rock music. Likewise, the Jazz Fusion shoe plays fusion when you step on it. When I walk around wearing both shoes, their combined music sounds exactly like "Walking on the Moon" by the Police.

I stroll around the recreation room, digging my new shoes and the music they make, until I realize this really isn't supporting my contention that I'm sane.