The door suddenly swung open above you letting in the breeze from outside, if you could have done it, you would have jumped in shock from the sudden change to your situation. a pair of pink heels suddenly smooshed down onto you, grinding against your face as they were scraped back and forth. You recognised the heels, they were Marys. She was back, surely this meant she would save you. But wait, then why did she use you like a door mat. You realised with cold fear that she clearly hadnt found your mother to speak to her, so she had no idea your mother had given your floor mat body as a gift to her mother.
You wanted to cry at your continual bad luck but of course, you needed eyes for that. All you could do was stare up your girlfriends skirt as she slipped out of her heels and walked over you "Mom im home" she called out, unaware her boyfriend was watching her walk away with her dirty footprints smeared on his face. After that your day went back to the mundane helplessness it had been for the last few hours. You could hear sounds from the TV in their living room and music coming from Marys room upstairs but no one took a second or even a first glance at you. After all, they thought you were just a door mat and no one really looks at doormats.
You hoped Mary had left a note or something to inform your mother what had happened and that she would come rushing back to find you. Mary had indeed left a note detailing those very things, but she had put it on the counter in the kitchen near the bin and when your mother came home, the gust of wind coming through the door had blown the note, unseen, into the open bin and out of sight. Your girlfriend was under the assumption that your mother would be helping you and your mother assumed you had gone to Marys when she left, neither knew you were trapped on Marys doorstep.
Eventually it was night time, you had smelt the delicious food from the kitchen as Marys family ate together and then had watched a movie together. Now everyone was in bed and you could do nothing but stare about the dark hallway, still totally stuck to the mat thanks to the beating. You hoped this wasnt perminant, you didnt want people wiping their feet on you all your life...
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