




I don't know why these little toys always seem to find their way underneath me or seem to be trying to sneak into my clothes. They're so pathetic that they'd risk their lives just to try to get close to my body, to touch and taste my flesh or smell my discarded clothing. Unfortunately for them, I hardly ever notice them until I find them smothered or smeared, stuck under my soles or roll their crumbled bodies out of my socks. At this point I don't even pay much attention to the feeling of their tiny forms smushing between my toes, besides enjoying the sensation and surprise when it happens. If they didn't want to feel the weight of my body pressing down on them, they wouldn't be underneath me, right?