You daintily walk back to the bedroom, still thinking about how your mother's eye could fill one wall. Wait a minute! You stop and think. My mum's eyes weren't pink. What exactly is she now? You step into the bedroom and look at the clock. It's difficult to say but you'd guess there's eight to ten minutes before you'll see your mother's new form. Swiftly you get dressed; your ensemble comprises of undergarments, a leaf-green skirt, a cream-coloured blouse and a beige jacket. You put on a pair of shiny black shoes with moderately-sized heels and begin to tie your hair back into a ponytail when you can feel the vibrations again.
You're more prepared for it this time. You turn to the window, curtains still closed, and watch as the wall it's in opens again. Mum's enormous eye returns and she says.
"Ready for breakfast, dear?" There's a tone of unease in you when she says this but, considering just how big she is, there would be no chance of avoiding her grasp. You slowly stand up straight and gingerly step towards her.
"As ready as I'll ever be." You squeeze out as you come up to the opening. Looking out you see your mother's an enormous...
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