Cinders has left the building

She’s always in a hurry.  Up late for an early gym this morning and so these …. items of footwear  (slippers? you tell me) abandoned in the bedroom, bear witness to her haste.

I’m trying to work out how she can just cast them off and yet leave them perfectly posed.  

It’s like someone lit a fuse and Cinderella sped skywards, with no trace except a hole in the ceiling.  (There is no hole in the ceiling).