>>5964231The silence and the grey ceiling are all the love you have met. You are dressed just as God wanted you to be, naked, you are the a caramel of nature.
An obese, obese, obese wretch of a hog of woman watches you cravingly, insecure and immobile (in both senses of the world), not daring to give another step. Your mother? 1
Just from her uncomfortable presence your brain forced your brain to develop enough sentience prematurely just to be aware of the surroundings. You realize that the silence you thought was silence, instead was but a tireless amalgamation of voices and motions from unrelated people wandering in a same space, and said fake silence ended somewhen ago2.
Now the silence is her heavy breath, coming from afar, and not one thing else.
You miss your mother, you insisted on not napping after lunchie, but she is your mother and you had to listen, dammit fool!
You miss her hands, you miss her chest.. just where is she?
You stare at the ceiling of sentience, you know it exists. Does floor exist? the big hog occupies too much space on the corner of your eyes to tell. You are in a soft structure beyond premature definition. What do you do now?
1.. No, its physically impossible, don't even try to look at it, you didn't come from there; stop looking at it, you'd remember, no, you would have died asphyxiated, stop grossing yourself out.
2 More exactly, it ended god knows when. Or approximately one nap ago.
3 That fool should have listened to you,
(Since this is the first action here are some examples of actions you can do:
1. Die
2. Baptize the big woman "The elephant"
3. Cry
4. Everything else, honestly. Caramel of nature..
