"Not again!"
I exclaim in a surprised tone.

If you must know,
I had stupidly stumbled over, another, pile of clothes, this stumble causing me to jolt forward and splatter a batch of glue I had just made over my: chest, arms, and hands.

I now stare down at my drenched clothes.

No worry, despite the sticky sensation, I'll be able to make it over to the sink and wash the glue off of my arms and hands.

This is what my mind reassures me with.

And so, I follow my minds' words, as my mind knows what's best for me, and look up from what state my body is in and ahead at the doorway leading into the bathroom.

And I move!
..I move.
...I cannot move?

Confused, I look down, no longer staring into the bathroom ahead, and notice how the glue I had spilled over me had trickled down from my chest, down from my legs, and now pooled at the soles of my feet.

"Not again!"
I exclaim in a surprised tone.

If you must know,
I had forgotten to wear shoes today,
my complacency now the reason for my sticky feet.

No worry, despite the discomforting yet ticklish feeling, I'll just continue taking strides towards the bathroom and then clean myself up.

This is what my mind reassures me with.

And so, I follow my minds' words, as my mind knows what's best for me, and look up from the situation my footing is dealing with and ahead at the doorway leading into the bathroom, once more.

And I walk!

Instantly, I am pulled backwards, myself almost tripping due to the sudden tug back.

Surprised, I look down, no longer staring into the bathroom ahead, and realise how the glue which had pooled at the soles of my feet has now hardened.

..My body has been rendered immobile in only a matter of seconds, and to what? Glue!

© MyEyesOfLiterature
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