You're starting to feel like you have motion sickness from the swaying of the purse. It's dark in the purse and there are all kinds of different smell. Lipstick... makeup... gum... the leather of the purse... perfume... all kinds of things all blended together. The motion of the swaying... the smells... and weight of everything pressing against you has you starting to feel sick to your stomach. Yout feel like you're about to puke when all the swaying motion stops.
You hear what sounds like a car door and close. Then you feel like you're flying for a moment as Tara tosses her purse onto the floor of the car. You hear the sound of a car starting up and then sounds of a car driving. You can hear the tire noise on pavement and as they go over bumps. You can feel the lurching of the car as it traveled along. You know that the ride to your Aunt's house is usually a long one from the couple of times that you've gone there with your parents. You resign yourself to taking a nap because you're not sure what's in store for you once you get to your Aunt's house.
Aunt Tara finally gets home. You hear the garage door open and close. Then sound of her heels on the floor as she walks through her house. You feel yourself swaying wildly and contents of the purse batter you. You begin yelling for your Aunt... hoping she'll hear your cries for help but she can't hear you. She goes into her bed room and spills the contents of her purse onto her bed... muttering under her breath about how stupid she was to dump the purse in the bathroom.
You see your Aunt's giant hand foraging through the contents sprawled across the conforter of her bed. She is quick to re-pack the contents back into the assigned pockets and pouches in her purse. You're doing your best to stay away from her hand as she grabs the different items. You make several attempts to het your Aunt's attention by yelling but she doesn't hear you because she's got her I-Pod and the ear buds are in.
You watch your Aunt close up her purse and sling it over her arm. The purse sways wildly as she scoops you up with the remaining items from the comforter. She quickly turns and stumbles slightly as her heel catches in the carpeting. She loses her balance and knocks over a huge potted plant next to her dresser and drops all of the stuff she had in her hands including you.
You tumble to the floor and land in the dirt and dried leaves from the plant. There's dirt scattered everwhere. You hear your Aunt swearing under her breath as she kneels down to starts to scoop up the dirt from the carpet. You hear your Aunt mutter that she'll need to vacuum the rest up.
You cringe when hear the word “Vacuum” and watch nervously as Aunt Tara goes to the closet in the hallway and retieves her vacuum cleaner. You watch nervously as she rolls her very old looking canister vacuum into the room and plugs it in. You have to get off of the floor or get under something so you won't be vacuumed up with the rest of the dirt.
Then you hear a click and the deafening roar of the vacuum as Aunt Tara turned it on and began vacuuming the room. You know there would be no escape from suction of the vacuum and dash for safety hoping that hiding under the night stand will keep you safe. You press yourself against the wall looking for a better place to hide. Sure you wanted to get her attention before... but you need to get her attention now… but how? and now as the moment draws near... you're too afraid to move as the thunderous roars of the vacuum cleaner comes closer and closer to your little hiding place.
As Aunt Tara pushes the giant machine back and forth across the carpet, you cower in the corner, telling yourself “Just make it go away…make it all go away.” You are frozen with fear knowing it wouldn’t be long before Aunt Tara will be vacuuming under the night stand. Should you make a run for it? Would Aunt Tara stop if she saw you? What if she didn't?
Time is running out though as Aunt Tara continues to vacuum the room, totally oblivious to your presence… or is she? Would she really vacuum you up if she saw you under the night stand? It isn’t long before you can see Aunt Tara’s high heeled foot in front of the night stand pushing the vacuum back and forth across the carpet. You can hear the dirt and leaves traveling through the long silver wand and hose as they're sucked up from the carpeting. You can feel the vibrations of the floor attachment on the floor now as Aunt Tara vacuums right in front of your little hiding place. Then Aunt Tara stops and gets down on her knees. You can see as she grabs the hose... disconnects the long silver wand and pushes an attachment onto the vacuum nozzle. You jump to your feet as the attachment enters your safe hole and probes for dirt and dust bunnies.
“WAIT! STOP! AUNT TARA… WAIT!”
You scream as loud as you can. But by the time you yell it was too late. The suction was beginning to pull at you. The sound from the vacuum cleaner was deafening and the suction was getting overwhelming. Dust bunnies and dirt were disappearing into the opening of the attachment making funny slurping sounds. You try to resist the suction by holding onto the carpet as you continued to scream to Aunt Tara in a vain attempt to make yourself heard over the roar of the vacuum.
“AUNT TARA ! MY GOD PLEASE ! I’M NOT A DUST BUNNY! AUNT TARA STOP! BE CAREFUL! STOP! CAN’T YOU SEE ME UNDER HERE? STOP IT ! STOP! STOP ! MY GOD YOU’RE GOING TO SUCK ME UP AUNT TARA! TURN OFF THE VACUUM CLEANER!” But alas that is all it was, vain.
Aunt Tara pushed the hose closer and closer until it's nearly right on you. Your fingers are now getting sore from gripping onto the carpet. Your fingers begin to slip from their hold on the carpet fibbers as the bristles of the attachment were literally touching your feet. The powerful suction of the vacuum cleaner was not about to give up… The pain was becoming immense… it was going to either be your arms or the carpet, and the shaggy fibbers of the rug seemed to give no hint of fatigue. You know it's going to be you... you're going to have to give in, it was inevitable. Your fingers slip just a little bit more until you're holding onto almost nothing at all. Your little body is extended fully toward the howling vortex of the attachment feet first.
“NO…NO...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
You yell but your screams for help are totally muffled out by the roar of the vacuum cleaner. You claw and hold your arms out to the bitter end...Was this to be your fate? Vacuumed up like a little dust bunny?
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