I’ve decided that Chris would be easiest to try to reach since My room is upstairs and Cierra is overall a bad choice, even if it’s easier to access. If she spotted me I might be dead or end up a toy.
Once I arrived at the foot of his door I had to lie down on my stomach and crawl under the door. It was a weird feeling since I the carpet is like knee high grass to me but it had a good feeling across my body. After reaching the other side of the door I was amazed how much bigger this room was now. I mean of course the living room was bigger but this room was always small compared to every other room in the house.
I gaze upon the room to see a few pairs of shoes, socks underwear, old toys and an open bag of chips but I couldn’t find Chris. It was then I seen the bed shake, he must be in the bed. As he lifted the covers I seen what looks to be my step-son but the size of a skyscraper. Chris was only wearing his boxers and start looking for something on the floor.
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