Kevin stopped paying attention to whatever seemed to be moving on his clothes, maybe it was his imagination or the shirt he saw moving just slid a bit from the weight, he had seen something similar happen with the blankets on his bed too anyway.
"Mom?" He asked quietly knowing she wouldn't like to be disturbed, deciding to explore the rest of the house until he could confirm she was around because he didn't hear her exit the house and thought that was a bit more strange than a tiny movement on his clothes.
Kevin's mother finally felt it was safe again when she heard the little rumbles caused by her son steps getting weaker until she couldn't sense them. She started to move again from the big and kind of heavy tent Kevin's dirty clothes suddenly transformed into, feeling as if she was spelunking in a cave where the atmosphere was composed of the boyish sweat of her son. It wasn't exactly a horrid experience, but it was still an uncomfortable one, particularly as she had to go through one of his boxers and felt a couple of stronger and worse smells. But finally, after a minute of so, she saw the light at the end of a literal tunnel made by a sleeve and could crawl outside of the mass of clothes, welcoming the air and light of the room before wondering what on earth did just happen.
As Kevin had guessed, she was indeed going through his room and sorting out the laundry, another day bored out of her mind and frustrated with how static life seemed to be. Her husband was always travelling for work to the point she wondered if he was cheating on her because of the way he was so apathetic whenever he had to spend a bit of time at home, and she felt she was stuck on her own due to having to take care of Kevin. She really thought being a housewife taking care of him would make her life pleasant, but that close bond she expected to form with Kevin never happened, and now they felt estranged from each other. Kevin avoided her most of the time, and she in part just felt irritated by him and the way he was stealing her life away.
That all changed when her world went from a routine laundry pickup to feeling buried in an oppresing darkness, with rumbles that sounded way too much like giant steps making her stop moving until she heard Kevin's voice and could connect the dots, the familiar smells, the soft textures surrounding her and those rumbles.
But how did that happen? She guessed she was around 3 inches tall comparing herself with the nightstand next to Kevin's bed, and wondered what to do. It made her feel like a bad mother, but she felt she couldn't trust her son enough to just show herself up to him and ask for help. Should she stay hidden until her husband Jack was back? Wait until an adult showed up? try to reach a phone and call for help? It's not like she had a lot of friends either.
She cursed her luck, reconsidering the idea of just getting Kevin's help. He was just a kid, maybe it was her fault he was like he was.
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