I was gliding in the air for about a whole minute until I slid deep into the toe section of Mella's beat-up slipper. I crashed into the corner, shaking off the dizziness from I head. "Ow, my head. That's it. I don't care if she's still asleep, I don't want to get in any more trouble." I attempted to escape the perilous situation, but I couldn't budge out. I see that I was trapped in a substance gold brown. I scooped a finger-sized of it and tasted it. "Ew! this taste horrible! I bet it's Mella's toejam. She needs to be more hygienic." I was sounding like my mother at the moment.
I only had a view under Mella's bed. I tried struggling out. "Hey! this is working. I'll be out in no time." I then heard distant yawn. Then some voices appeared.
"AH, WHAT A WONDERFUL SNOOZE." I see the two grimy feet of my terrible sister.
"HEY, MELLA! IF YOUR AWAKE, BRING YOUR BROTHER DOWN AND COME & EAT."
"OK MOM. HMM, I WONDER WHERE MIKEY IS? OH WELL. I BETTER GET DOWN THERE. MY BREAKFAST IS GETTING COLD." She the shoves her foot into the slipper, digging her toes deeper & deeper, and I was just inches away from being stuck between my sister toes. She then started walking into the kitchen.
I couldn't stop taking my eyes off the toes of Mella's, making sure they stay in their place. I had only 15 minutes of non-stop toe wiggling, while Mella was enjoying her breakfast. She then went to the living room. "OK, MOM. I'M GOING TO THE MALL NOW, BUT I THINK I NEED TO TAKE THESE SLIPPERS OFF." Was I going to "stick with Mella, or hang in the shoe?
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