You crawl down the side of the bed, sliding down the messy sheets. With a soft thud you hit the ground. Your tiny little legs speed you across the carpet towards the door. Once there, you slowly slink around the corner so you are right against the wall. You dont want to risk being crushed in the middle of your home.
You hurriedly scuttle along the wall before you reach Ben's room. You squeeze yourself under the door. The room is dark and musty. The smell of his weights and dirty workout clothes permeates your senses. his room is strewn with rubbish and dirty laundry. You've annoyed him many times about doing his washing.
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