"Alice?" A sweet voice sang, a soft thumping striking her floor as the door shut behind the intruder. Alice knew exactly who it was, a perfect person to come in at a time like this. Her good friend, if not her best friend in the whole world, Emily, was staring down at that pile of clothes, sighing as she reached down for it. Out of pure fear as those immense hands reached toward her, Alice wriggled back under, cowering.
"Come on Alice," Emily said to herself, "you need to tidy up after yourself." She giggled, the normally cute little laugh she had sounding horrific and bassy to the tiny girl being hugged to Emily's chest. She felt the whole prison of clothing shift around with each step, her world tilting sideways with her current position within the clothes. She felt the clothes suddenly drop, the amount of light getting through the materials suddenly decreasing, making it a rather dark place to be. Emily had put her in the washing basket, where getting out would be a terribly difficult climb. She had to get her attention, now.
Frantically, Alice began scrambling up through the clothes, fighting her way through what felt like many kilograms of t-shirt and jeans lying on top of her. Eventually she reached the top, watching as Emily had turned around to walk out. "Guess I'll catch her later..." She heard the huge woman mumble. She had to make a decision. Yell and get her attention, leaving her at Emily's mercy, or stay silent and hope someone else comes. Then again, her jeans did have her mobile phone in, and she could use that to get help from a family member instead, perhaps trusting them a little more to take care of her. It would still mean lying in a pile of her old, dirty clothes.
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