"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...