I feel like I've been shoved into one of those industrial sized washing machines. I'm enclosed and tumbling and tumbling and I don't know which end is up. I'm too tired to keep fighting it but if I don't keep struggling, I'll just end up with a mouthful of water and bruises all over. Which wouldn't be so bad if the tumbling would just stop for a few minutes. Sometimes I can see the outside world through the tiny circular steamed-over window but no one knows I'm in here.
I think there's some shoes in here that keep hitting me in the head every time the washer turns too ;-)
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