Stuck in some gunk thats tangled up in your mother's nose hairs, you are suspended high above the opening of her nostril.
*WHOOSH*
She inhales, the gale force wind blowing hard on you.
*WHOOSH*
She exhales, now you cling on for dear life to a nasal hair. Underneath the opening, you have a clear view of what your mother is doing. Ever so often, a spoonfull of cereal will appear under the nostril and enter your mom's mouth. Then your whole surrounding would shake as she chews up her mouthful. In that time, you see all the way down to her cleavage. You are worried as you realise that the gunk you are stuck to is giving way, and the last thing you want to do is get sucked into your mother's respiratory system. So, timing yourself carefully, you manage to release yourself and you drop out of the gigantic nostril...
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