In a damp heap you lay on the bathroom mat. Your mind is flashing with the horror of what happened - is happening. You're a towel, how OMG. You aren't even alive but you felt everything. You felt your mother's wet skin and how it gave and was firm and her breast filling into your folds, it was so...so...there was no word and your mind keep flashing to her pelvis...
Now, you focus on yourself blocking out all the memories. What happened, what could have happened to me? You try to think to yourself running over the last day and try to ignore the feeling of cold. You're cold you realize. How can I be cold. The answer would be simple you are wet and laying on an unheated floor naked...but I'm not real you keep trying to make sense of it. Where is my body? A billion questions run through your mind and a fear of how it will be to be like this forever...what will happen to me?
No telling how long you lay there wet and alone folded over yourself in an unnatural heap. Then the door opens and your mind is once again focused on what is happening now rather that what had happened and could be the cause. You have an almost perfect view of the world around you an all sides and you can see the wall and ceiling clearly without trying to move your eyes...if you had eyes.
First you see a giant foot in thick pink flip-plops and that rises up a tan muscular smooth leg into short so tight they should be wedged up the wearers butt and your vision rises even more. Everything gets smaller from the giant feet as you look up what seems so far and you see the person entering. It is your older sister Cellist. Under one of her arms resting on her hip is a large basket but you can't see into it. Hope for one moment is that she will see you but what will she see a towel? That hope is followed by a heart stopping stoke of fear as your giant sister walks towards you in two steps, you think she is going to crush you forgetting that you're already folded over and more pliable than...a person. That fear subsides a moment later when the giant pink flip-plop passes right over your head giving you a good look at the smooth underside. You breath out not knowing you where holding your breath...wait you can't breath so what was the feeling of breathing? You can't explain it forgetting to follow Cellist with your eyes.
Cellist puts a new washcloth in the shower and takes a step backward on to the mat and discarded towel by the towel rack. Absentmindedly she sets the basket of new towels down to take the new ones out and place on the rack. Your musings are shattered when the giant flat sole of the pink flip-flop rises over you again. Your eyes widen, or you think they do hoping it will pas over but before you can realize it isn't SLAMB. Your vision goes black but you feel another SLAMB as two separate yet equally massive forces rest on top of you. If you had bones they would be shattered under the monstrous weight that just stands grinding your already shapeless body under it.
Cellist bends over to take a new towel out of the basket. Her feet shift to the right as she bends over and then back as she stands up. You feel like someone is trying to rip your face off as one of the massive weights crushing the life and air out of you turns back and forth grinding into you. You want to die with the sharp crushing force that is trampling you...flat. Cellist repeats this a second time and empties the laundry basket. Looking for the other towel she realizes she is standing on it. She steps off and reaches down.
The killing force that is crushing you with out warning or mercy shifts off and your vision returns without haze or delay. You can't understand how the pain that was there just a moment is now gone the next and your vision returns without any ill side effect, I was just being trampled to death you think to yourself. You see Cellist's face fall from the sky and look straight down at you and then OW, your feel pinchers grab a side of you and lift you up and then you fall again this time into the basket. The walls are around you and you can only see straight up and get a view of the under side of your sisters arm as you rock back and forth. Cellist takes the laundry out of the room.
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