You can’t stand it any longer. The shoe reeked and before long its owner would come back to put it on. Eager not to get caught in the mix, you begin to climb the semi-squishy fabric lining the inside of the sneaker. As you scale, you can practically taste the sweat coming off the worn fibers, you can’t believe the odds of your shrunken self ending up here of all places. As you approach the shoe's cuff, you are met with fresher air and a new landscape view of your surroundings. From a bug's perspective, humans were these incomprehensibly large giants who rarely concerned themselves or nevertheless noticed the lives of those beneath them. Simple acts of living had the power to wipe out hundreds of lives, such as sitting down, eating, or even just walking around. Your new world was fragile and could cease to exist at any moment. You look out across the shoe, watching its laces zig-zagging miles down towards the toe end of the shoe. All around you are shoes from dozens of people lazily strewn about in every direction. The hallway smelled like sweaty socks times a thousand as half-opened lockers exposed even more sweaty clothing. On either side of the hallway sat a large matted classroom. One was that martial arts class you had seen earlier, about 16 girls were currently warming up inside getting ready for their lesson. Across the hall, the other room was full of yoga mats and balls with about 20 or so women stretching inside. Going back outside was impossible as the doors were airtight, which didn’t help to contain the tank smell permeating the area. You know you have to be careful as the wrong choice could very quickly end your life. Think it was the best option you had, you decide to…