Moving back and forth, over and over again. . .you knew that going through a load of wash would be very dangerous. Not only because of the large amount of water that you could easily drown in, but with all these towels and bed sheets, you could easily be squished too! You seem very tiny, since you are staying on top of the towels, you realize that you are quite small, but exactly how small are you? You don't have time to think about that, as you are more concerned with staying above water. If you get stuck underneath all of these towels and bed sheets, you doubt you will make it through alive!!
You realize that it is only in the first cycle, very gently rocking the clothes back and forth. Listening carefully, you can hear one of the giants above you, doing something. As you fight the towels and sheets, you hear a voice above.
"I can't believe he left all of these clothes for me to do!! He knows that he is the one who does this stuff!!"
Your ears ring from the loud voice. Shaking your head, you realize you still have some hope. Your mother is still out there. You had thought that she had just shut, started it, and left. If you could somehow make your way out of this, maybe you could get her attention. The only question was. . .how?
Some time passed but you could still hear humming coming from your mother above. Eventually, everything is submerged, but the towel at the top at least keeps you from floating downward. After about an hour, the wash finally ended. You were really tired and bored. The air too had gotten a bit thick in here.
The opening above was undone and your mother's neutral face was shown! Finally, some escape. She had a basket nearby, no doubt to put the towels before they went to their next destination. The next question was where you would go from here? Your mother's giant hand reached into the clothes and began to pull them upwards. You held on tightly as your towel was lifted high into the air. Suddenly, you had a realization. If you stayed with this towel, you would most likely be put on the bottom of this basket!! From there, you'd be thrust into the dryer too!! You needed to get to a different spot.
Another idea popped in your head too. What if she took the clothes outside? You couldn't remember what the weather was though, so she may or may not do that. Regardless, it was too late now!! You were being tossed into the basket, only fate determining your path.
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