Tommy climbed the great gray hills of a pair of sweat pants that lay near his fathers hamper, imagining he was on a quest to save the world. His attention aimed towards the large bed in the middle of the room, where a giant laid with great power. He had trekked far from the land of Gus's mattress where another giant lay to confront this beast that might one day ground him again and hold him captive among his nether regions. Tommy didn't mind when he was held there as it was warm and safe, but the world outside a pair of boxers, briefs, or jockstrap beckoned for his eyes to see it. His walk came across a field of discarded socks, each close enough together that he could jump from one to the other with the idea that the floor from here out was lava. Leaping precariously, and ignoring the faint odors they let off, Tommy made it to the foot of the bed where a sheet touched the floor. Climbing swiftly, Tommy obtained a great view once he reached the top. Sheets were wrinkled back as his father had thrown them off during the night, with him laying...
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