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Your eyes were closed only a moment but as if your eyelids melted away you were forced to luck straight up like you were lying on your back. Your feel like your neck is being jutted inward and your chin is way up high. Trying to move again you find that you can’t. <NO> you realize it happened again. Why, how…it wasn’t a dream. Where are you? You try to calm down.
Some how you have changed but you were with your family they will notice that you are gone…they have to. Like an answered prayer you hear a loud voice but distant say “Where is Eric?” Your hopes rise and confidence comes back. You are so confident that someone will put together that you are in trouble you try figuring out what you are. You were a battery before so you know you can be small. You are somehow able to look around so you look straight up first and see the underside of what you guess is a table. Looking from side to side you see chair legs and two sets of legs and feet some distance away. I’m under the table?
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Janet caries the plate of pancakes back to the table. Cellist also looks around. Courtney just shrugs when Janet looks questionly at her. “He didn’t look like he was feeling well.” Courtney offered. “Maybe he went back to his room to sleep it off.”
“Yah, that makes sense.” Janet says. “I’ll just put these in the fridge for later. How are the two of you?” She asks Cellist and Courtney together. Cellist just shrugs and grumbles something about Eric. Janet walks over to the counter and pulls out some clear wrap and covers the plate. Then she opened the fridge and slid it in closing the door. She came back to the table to finish her own breakfast. It was the only reasonable thing that Eric would go back to his room to sleep if he was ill. Janet figured she would check up on him later.
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You can’t see down towards your jutting out chin but can look to both sides. But the other side had nothing to show. Sam’s feet must bee up on the chair. Just then you hear a scratching sound and two tree trunks rise over you and you panic <AHHHH> You see a giant heel hit just beyond you. <What the hell…> you look to the side and see what you missed the first time. A fuzzy cloth slipper, a single fuzzy cloth slipper. Realization dawns on you, Mom’s slipper.
You want to scream but can’t. Then you look up realizing these tree like legs of tan skin are your mom’s legs exposed because her gown and robe are handing over the chair not extending this far leaving you with this up close view of your mom’s naked legs. You try to take deep calming breaths but find that even that can’t help you because your ability to control lungs or anything is gone. Someone you are alive without breathing and can see without eyes. And you realize you can feel a cold hard surface beneath you. A horrible image of being crushed to death under your mom’s foot flashes into your mind.
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Janet crosses her legs and starts eating the rest of her breakfast. She cuts a few small triangles and pops them into her mouth. Slowly she chews enjoying the light fluffy taste. Absentmindedly she uses her crossed foot to scoop up one of her slippers and dangle it from her toes and her leg goes up and down with her good mood.
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In terror you watch helpless as the large masses above you shift and you prepare to die screaming but see that they lift up and then cross over one on top of the other. Your eyes naturally trace the line of the legs to the chair that you can just see behind you. If you had been at a different angel you know you would have had an unwelcome up skirt view of your own mom. Then your terror jumps even higher as the top leg starts to shift swing up and down and then SWUSH. You brace yourself for a strike but it doesn’t come. You look to your left and see the other slipper dangling from your mom’s toes and the giant foot going up and down, up and down with no concern for you. Your hope of being discovered dies at that moment. No one is even worried about you.
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Janet finishes with her breakfast and puts her knife and fork on the plate. “Hand me your plates if you are finished,” she asks. Both Courtney and Cellist pass their plates to their mother. Sam just munches on more cheerios from his bowl. Janet uncrosses her legs and fully inserts her foot into her slipper then using the other foot she finds the second slipper and slides her foot into the comfortable fussy pad, Janet stands up.
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You try to close your eyes but they won’t close so you look away. You look right where there is nothing for you to see and you know sooner or later the end is going to come and you ask <Why me? What did I do?> And you hear motion and a SLAP followed by a scratching that can only be the chair legs scraping across the kitchen floor. You turn your vision up and as far down as you can just in time to see a giant foot reach out for you…BLEH. A force of a truck hitting you, fills into your neck tucking itself under your chin. Then PRESSSSSSSSS, thousands of pounds of weight are dropped onto your chest crushing missing lungs, destroying nonexistent ribs. It is only a second of time but it lasts so much longer to you.
At the moment you know you are going to die from the delirious pain you are scooped up by the force hooked under your chain and your body fills out for a moment and the world is a swirl of color then BAM your back hits cold hard surface and then weight falls right onto of you. Lifted up again and brought back down, UHHHH, Lift, UHHHH. The pain is indescribable as you are raised up for a moment of relief then hammered down again. IF that wasn’t bad enough you are able to still see and feel. And you feel something inside as if digging into your head curling and then stretching and curling. Your eyes would role back into your head if they were your eyes. But without will your vision goes straight up and you see the flashing of a curtain hand over you then disappear only to swing over you gain. UHHHH, the entire weight of your mother bears down on you as she stands still for a moment. Your eyes look straight up…up the curtain and the towering tree like legs and see where the two pillars meet. But you are in too much pain with the pressing force crushing you, flattening you…
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Janet gets up from the table and takes the dishes too the sink. She stands there for a moment rinsing the plates under the faucet and lets her toes scrunch up in her comfortable house slippers. She hums a light tune thinking of what work she needs for school Monday…
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