You were too weak to move after tumbling around for what felt like an eternity in a hot, humid and seemingly statically charged environment, your body was somehow miraculously keeping you still awake on the first place. So you couldn't shout when you felt a big force dragging you out, or move to make your giant little sister Lucy notice something else got into the drier with the clothes, your shrunken body.
From what you saw before another ocean of clothes obscured your vision, you wouldn't have had a great chance to get her attention even if nothing was wrong with your body, she was wearing her headphones on the first place so she wouldn't have heard any of your squeaks, and she looked like she was frustrated or pissed off while doing it, probably because your mother told her to finish the task after your disappearance. She had her own chores, and surely didn't appreciate having to take an extra one for no good reason.
You felt your entire world moving while you took a moment to recover in this surreal environment, it felt like a huge perfumed tent that laid a lot of time under a very punishing sun, with delicates of all colors and sizes blocking your range of vision, a soft but very uneven surface as the floor and the overbearing warmth and smell of the recently dried clothes. You couldn't really see anything outside your comfy prison but from the movement you knew Lucy was carrying the clothes upstairs. You wondered if she would just leave them on a bed and go away or if she would also fold them and probably see you in the process.
Unfortunately you noticed you were way too tired still. You realized there wasn't much you could do when Lucy just dropped the clothes and gravity did its job, suddenly your entire environment was going down and despite feeling that surge of adrenaline telling you to do something, anything, your body failed to react. Thanks to the clothes and the soft surface of the bed it wasn't a dangerous fall at all, but your conclusion from the experience was that you needed a rest, a long one. And now that you felt no longer any movement and were on such a soft surface you couldn't help but start closing your eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion.
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