Falling asleep I start dreaming again.


    Good old Mr. Pick and Flick as usual.


    “Awesome”


    Suddenly a feeling of panic starts growing inside me.


    What is this?


    What is happening?


    I am scared.


    Aaargh!


    I finallywake up.


    That sure was a scary dream.


    I am never going to eat my own droppings ever again.


    Man what a scary dream.


    I re-experienced being trapped without being able to move including all the feelings I had at the time,several times before the dream finally ended and it returned to the usual viewing of Mr. Pick and Flick.


    "Never eating my own droppings ever again!" I loudly declare feeling my body vibrate yet again.


    Right next to me I feel a lump.


    Hmm Mr. Pick and Flick must have passed by given me a fresh supply


    "Thank you for the meal!"


    Now fortoday''s agenda:


    1. I will return along Ms. Tingleywall to my original corner to make sure that I haven''t missed out on any goodies on my way here.


    2. After arriving to my old corner I will start moving in a new pattern to make sure that I will not be too far away from Ms. Tingleywall as I seem to be dependent on her for my digestion.


    3. I will not eat my own droppings ever again!


    Time to get moving.


    I start wriggling my way along my one true love and can feel that I manage to move at quite a good speed.


    No goodies so far but Ican tell that the side of my body that is facing away from Ms Tingleywall is moving over a small section of floor that contains that grainy substance.


    I believe that it is due to me increasing in size and that I previously was moving so tightly against Ms Tingleywall.


    The strip of grainy substance that my body is passing over and absorbing seems to be slowly increasing the further I move.


    "Boring!"


    I shout out loud to get my body to start vibrating in that funny way again.


    After traveling for quite some time I notice that I am not getting tired or sluggish at all, I wonder if it is due to the fact that I am hardly eating anything at all on this journey.


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    As I am wriggling my way, feeling quite bored I suddenly bump into the corner.


    That was quite fast actually, oh well.


    Time to explore this new wall.


    As I start moving along this new wall, it does not take long before I encounter another tiny crack that I have learnt by experience will soon be followed by another one.


    About halfway to the second crack I notice something new in the wall next to me.


    First there was an edge followed by a round hard lump with some sort of pattern in it.


    I attempt to absorb these new things but nothing really happens, I can feel that the round lump slowly rotates but it does not seem to do anything else so I choose to move onward in my quest for deliciousness.


    I feel a few more round lumps with the same pattern but after attempting to eat a few of them with the only result being that slow rotation I decide to ignore the rest, soon there is another edge going the other way and I continue moving onward.


    I encounter the second crack where I pretty much expected to and continue to follow the wall.


    Surprisingly enough I encounter a new corner pretty fast and I am overjoyed to notice that it is a treasure trove of deliciousness.


    Lumps, half-moons, and a few strands of string.


    And last but not least. A square box about half my own size.


    I attempt to push the square box and it actually seems to move.


    Moving around it I notice that there seems to be ahole patternon the one side.


    I push a small section of myself into the hole pattern and instantly feel a rush.


    It is like touching Ms. Tingleywall just a lot better, I can feel my entire body is buzzing.


    Awesome


    I cannot help myself.


    I am going to eat this Tingleybox.


    I have to stretch myself as far as I can finally be able to absorb it.


    Wow, that sure was filling.


    But it seems I am unable to penetrate the box now.


    Bummer.


    Oh well, I can feel myself getting rather drowsy.


    Time to return home to Ms. Tingleywall.


    It sure it hard to move when I am this full.


    After exhausting myself I am finally back home, and as I finally reached my loved one I instantly start fading away.


    Arrgh!


    A feeling of panic and dread fills my entire body.


    Oh no!