(Original chapter written by lilmoni)
"I'll just put this here so I don't lose it for tomorrow!" The final words your mother uttered before casting you into pitch blackness echoed through your mind for hours. With the vast majority of your squishy body weighed down by the freshly purchased, nearly full bottle of cleaning solution, you had practically no control of your own body's devices as you were forced to lay there on your back, staring blankly into nothingness.
Even without being totally trapped beneath a mere spray bottle you still weren't even sure you'd have much success in reforming. Your body ached like never before, your formally cognizant but then totally oblivious mother working your rag-like form with the utmost enthusiasm. Whether it was roughly dragging you along oily residue left behind atop the stove, or even being sat upon countless times when she'd forgotten you in her back pocket, your body was a battered, ragged mess. You almost, almost, couldn't blame your mother for forgetting you as her helpful little cleaning rag, as you were sure your filth-laden body didn't resemble your usual self in the slightest.
Sighing as you waited for some sort of rescue, you knew you were in for the long haul. Still, you eagerly awaited the moment a slow thump of footsteps would approach your location, casting light upon you beneath the sink as they came to retrieve whatever it was they must need, hopefully spotting you in the process.
And yet, hour after hour, you lay alone in blackness. While there were countless times you heard someone walk right by you, and you could even hear the ominous splashing of the kitchen sink directly above you while Lauren happily hummed to herself, no savior appeared before you. As a few particularly quiet hours crawled by, you felt a cold wave of dread wash over you as you feared everyone had left you behind and gone to bed, not even the cruel grin of Jenna appearing before you to make things somehow worse.
It wasn't until an agonizing amount of time had passed, an unfortunately restless night as a hefty weight pinned your chest, that you heard the beginnings of the home stirring. After hearing the clear routine sounds of breakfast just out of your reach, a faint while longer and suddenly the cabinet was ripped open!
Squatting before you was the familiar sight of your lightly grinning mother, clad in a typical comfortable afternoon outfit of jeans and a crop top. Her eyes appeared restless as they washed over the messy underside of the kitchen sink, that was until they lit up with a flash as they landed...right onto you.
"Ah! There it is!" Lauren happily remarked, casually sliding the seemingly immovable bottle off of you with the utmost ease. A warm hand clamped down on you, a clear lack of care in interacting with you as a living being, before your mother rose to her full height. Part of you had hoped an entire night to sleep on it would jog your mother's memory, well over twelve hours of potential time to remember that she herself had morphed her only son into a mere washrag, but you weren't surprised when your existence continued to escape her mind.
With you remaining firmly in her grasp, Lauren filled up a small bucket with the other supplies she'd need before she began walking, your limp form swaying at her side as she embarked through your house. Despite the overwhelming sense of dread you felt as you were left to wonder just where Lauren was taking what she assumed was just a cleaning rag, you actually were just happy to be free from the endless boredom and solitude that came with being left beneath the grungy kitchen sink. While Lauren still couldn't see you as a person, at least at the moment, her warm touch was a gentle reprieve from crushing loneliness.
"Sheesh, it's worse than I thought..." Lauren commented to herself, propping her hand, and you along with it, against her hip as she jutted it to the side while looking over the room. "Oh well. It may be a dirty job, but I guess it's gotta get done." Your mother took a steadfast breath of resolve as she prepared for the hard work ahead. "I guess I have no one to blame but myself for messing this place up so bad, so it makes sense I'd clean it up all by myself."
Staring down at you, a gentle and warm face yet a totally oblivious one nonetheless, Lauren noted with finality, "Well...time to get to work!" before whipping your body in the totally opposite direction. You painfully slammed flat against a fairly solid surface, your squishy body splaying out and crushing into the shape of your mother's hand as she ground you into the surface that desperately needed a clean.
Any feelings you'd had of comfort being in Lauren's presence had instantly been dashed as soon as you saw where she had brought you. You almost wished she would go for round two in the family kitchen as you wanted to cry seeing she had brought you to none other than...
1) Her workout room. Starting off with scrubbing her trusty yoga mat clean, you were in for a rough day in the long-neglected, sweat-laden chamber that was Lauren's workout area. Littered with mats, machines, and worn-thin towels that looked in equally as bad shape as you.
2) Her personal bathroom. Slammed atop her sink, she got right to work cleaning the dried toothpaste gunk she had left behind just that morning. You cringed as you realized this might be the easiest part of the job...
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