the pitter patter of my shower hitting my tummy is all you can hear at this point, well, over the loud rumbling of my belly all around you. There’s no light. You’re hip deep in warm, thick, sticky bile that smells of vomit. Each time I move you fall over and have to re center..
What do you think you're doing up so late, mister? Well since you're already up, I guess we can play a little game or hide n seek... ;3 better get to hiding, I count fast, and stomp even faster :3