Finally, your mother's feet have come to a halt. You were dizzy, and completely drained. You just laid in between her toes, soaking in her sweat. You decided that you needed at least a ten minute break to get yourself back together.
Nearly after a few minutes, everything shifted once more as she brought her foot closer to her. From beyond her toes, you saw her finger appear, coming closer to where you are. You looked at it dumbfounded, then realized that she was about to rub in fingers in between her toes. You yell out before her monumental finger crash landed on you. You felt your body twist and contort as she rubbed her fingers up an down. After several seconds, the pressure blew open your chest, killing you instantly. All of your squished remains soak into the sweat.
"I really wish Ian was here. I could really use a good foot massage after a shower..."
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