As the person's face came into focus you recognized those green eyes and brown hair as your mother. Holding you close to her face she flipped you around, looking you up and down the front and back.
"Ugh" She sighed, "I just washed you. Guess you'll have to go in with the next load."
Wait...what? Next load? What does that mean? Why isn't she rushing me to the hospital?
You internally screamed as you suddenly you went flying through the air, Stacy having thrown you into the laundry basket currently held with her other arm. Now beginning to grow comfortable with your strange vision you recognize that you've landed in a heap of clothing and can see that your mother is currently headed for the laundry room. You continued to try and process what was currently going on as Stacy set down the basket and began preparing the washing machine.
There's no way. This cannot be happening. Have...have I become clothing? Is that what those nightmares were all about? Some sort of curse?
Your thoughts were put on hold as your world began to tip and you fell into the soapy water of the washing machine. You panicked as you became buried under various clothing and completely submerged in the water. Everything grew dark as your mother shut the lid. Luckily, you had plenty of time to realize you had no need to breath and thus wouldn't drown. Knowing what was to come once the machine filled with water, you set to calming your nerves and preparing to experience a washing machine first hand.
*Vvrrrrrm*
Once the washing was done you sat cold and damp waiting for someone to put you into the dryer. Is this what my life is going to become? Would I ever get out of this? Your mind jumped further forward. What kind of clothing am I? Who...who is going to be wearing me?
Light! Someone opened the washing machine and began grabbing clothes out. You were in one of the last bunches to be tossed into the dryer. You never even saw who it was that moved you. Darkness, again.
*Vvrrrrrm*
This time someone was quicker on the uptake to pull out the clothes from the dryer. It was your mother, who tossed the now dry clothes in a pile and began folding and separating them into stacks. You grew incredibly anxious, you were soon to find out 'what' and 'whos' you were. As Stacy grabbed you from the pile you pleaded for someone to free you from this nightmare.
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