You struggled and struggled, but you were in a sticky situation for sure. All you can see is the color white. All you can smell is putrid feet. Also, you had a feeling you felt something moving behind you. You just had to get out of there!
You thought you would never come this, but this was the crisis of a lifetime! You opened you mouth wide, and started eating the lint away. You were chugging all the sweaty cotton away, and you think you ate the mysterious thing moving behind you. You were about to bust some tears, but you held it in until the end.
Half of the lint was gone, so you kept on going. You were grateful that you were finally getting out of your mother's toes! After you ate the last bit of cotton, you discovered another problem. Your Mother's toejam was too sticky for you to escape. "What the hell else could go wrong?!" you think to yourself. You then heard a voice in the distance. "WOW! THE TEMPERATURE FREEZING MY TOES IN HERE. I BETTER PUT ON SOME SOCKS SOON. BE RIGHT BACK YOU GUYS!" your Mom's voice booms from above you to her partying friends.
You felt yourself being lifted like gravity didn't matter. Then gravity came back and you felt the weight again. You predicted that your Mom was going somewhere. This process continued until you saw the clear red walls of your Mom's room. You were being surrounded by the thick, soft carpet, while your Mom was looking for something to wear.
"DANG IT! I CAN'T FIND ANY SOCKS IN MY DRAWERS. LOOKS LIKE I'M GETTING THE SOCKS FROM THE DIRTY LAUNDRY. OH WELL." she says to herself. Did you ears deceive you?! Was your Mother actually going to on a pair of socks that are dirty and smelly. Now that your Mother is walking, that would be a yes.
The process continued until you entered the dark garage. Even the smell of the garage gave you chills. You peeked up and saw your Mom looking in a basket full of worn clothing. "YES! I FOUND SOME SOCKS. THEY DON'T LOOK TOO DIRTY. I'LL JUST PUT THEM ON." she says. She pulled the socks into your view. Not too dirty?! Looks like she was going to wear garbage!
Now you were being lifted into the air once more. You were facing the inside of the right sock. You were slowly entering hell. The toejam lost the stickiness it had clutching to you, and you fell inside the sock just before her foot. Smelled like a dump! Her foot gentle glides over you and you are stuck underneath her arched toes. You Mother was getting comfortable by wiggling her toes, which created a strong odor to whiff. You couldn't take it anymore! You had to get out! You looked around looking for an escape. Did you find one?
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