You felt your mothers open pores begin to greedily try to suck you up into then and trap you inside your mothers bosom. You were only saved from this fate by your mother shifting her position in the shower and a torrent of water hitting your now totally liquid form. You were instantly washed off of her breast, trailing and dripping down with the shower water and suds. Your impact splash masked by the hundreds of others cascading down off of your mothers form.
You wanted to cry, scream, anything to get your mothers attention as you were washed towards the drain. However your absence had not yet been noticed and you received no aid as you circled the drain be for being sucked down into its dark confines. The torrent of water forcing you along through countless twists and turns as you were taken further and further from home.
The smell hit you before you hit the water as you were poured down into the sewer, landing in the river of waste from the neighbourhood. Your form still so hot it hissed at the conflicting water temperatures and caused you to bubble slightly as the current carried you away.
You couldn't believe your terrible luck as you were washed away with the waste, your body having taken such extreme punishment it would take forever to reform. Especially as you were quickly diluted amongst tons of sewage water.
You lost track of time in that foul, stinking darkness. The sewage so thick in areas that you heard it gloop instead of gush. In the quiet of the sewer you began to worry about your future. You knew the sewer would push you out in one of two places. You were either heading for the sanitation plant or the ocean.
If it was the ocean it was the better choice. You would slowly reform there and the nearest beach was only a hours drive from home. However if it sent you to the sanitation plant there was no telling what would happen. You would be filtered out with tons of other "contaminants" and could be recycled or buried in a landfill. All you could do was wait and go with the very forceful flow...
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