As your head broke through to the surface, you were again met with an unforgiving wave of foot sweat. You didn't even have time to greedily suck down foul air before you were completely submerged.
The salty liquid began to sting your eyes, and your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. You tried to swim back up to the surface, but the constant motion of your mother put a stop to that.
Kathy's constant footfalls had caused the perpetration sea to turn into raging waters. You were thrown all about beneath the waves and spun like clothes in the wash. It was awful, and you could feel your vision bluring.
You tried your hardest to hang on, but eventually your mouth opened to receive a near endless supply of liquid instead of air. The taste was horrid, and your desperate struggle soon turned frantic.
You clutched your throat as the remnants of air bubbles left your throat. This was it, you were going to die a microbe in a droplet of sweat.
Everything began to go black and your struggles began to slow. You couldn't breath, you could barely think, all you could do was curse the remote and your decision to climb your mother's impossibly large sandal.
Soon, you stopped thinking. You stopped moving. You stopped seeing. You were now nothing more than a corpse trapped in an unnoticeable drop of sweat.
No one would ever know what became of you.
Kathy meanwhile took a seat on the couch before kicking her feet up onto the table. The giant had won.
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