"Ten," started Aria.

Blake shimmied back up the table leg, grunting every time he pulled himself up the table. When he reached the top, Blake leaped off the table. He landed right on Aria's stomach, near to her waist. He buried his his face in her T-shirt, and waited, feeling the warmth of her flat stomach. Soon enough, Blake was thrown backward with a terrifying speed. He grabbed a fistful of Aria's T-shirt in each hand. He would've tumbled off Aria's shirt, past her skirt and onto the ground, if not for his quick thinking. Blake couldn't see anything, and could only grip Aria's shirt tighter as she moved around, swinging him through the air at a sickening velocity with each of her movements. She bent down once, tilting Blake upside-down and leaving him gripping for dear life. Then her body straightened as she sat again at her desk. Blake relaxed his grip on Aria, because it seemed like Aria was going to be sitting for a long time. Then Blake felt himself moving at an extreme speed for a short duration. Aria's shirt collapsed around him as he flew through the air. Blake couldn't see anything, stuck in his cocoon of fabric, inhaling the scent of lavender. He waited for something to happen, to find out why he had been left here. After he had become exceedingly bored, he tried to escape. He scrabbled and clawed, but nothing happened. Everytime Blake managed to move something, some more material would take its place. Blake went to sleep, being unable to do anything else.

Aria was sad. She had been looking everywhere for him, searching every nook and cranny, every possible place an one-inch tall body could be, anywhere an insect could hide, but it was to no avail. Aria tossed her shirt and skirt into a nearby laundry basket. She went about her evening routine, and went to sleep, distressed.

Aria woke up. "Good morning," she started, then stopped abruptly. There was no Blake to greet. She hefted her laundry basket and carried it to the laundry room.

Blake was awoken by a strange lifting sensation. He was now in the air, still stuck in the T-shirt. He was being moved around, this way and that, until he was brought to a stop and set back down on the ground. Then things started shifting around him, his position becoming lower as things were removed from under him. Without warning, the shirt which contained Blake was lifted roughly into the air. Blake held on, for fear of falling. Then, he was exposed, sunlight brightening the room as Aria pulled out her shirt. In that moment, it all became clear. Blake realised that Aria had unknowingly thrown him in a laundry basket yesterday after failing to find him, and today she was going to throw him into the washing machine. Blake was frozen with dread for a moment, then he screamed desperately. Aria heard nothing. She simply tossed Blake into the washing machine. Blake climbed up to the top of the pile of the clothes, but it didn't help. He simply couldn't climb up the washing machine's drum, it was far too smooth. Aria closed the glass door, sealing Blake's fate. The washing machine started filling up with water. First the water was at ankle height. Then it reached up to Blake's waist. Blake had to move between the peaks of clothing which stuck out occasionally to avoid the water, but even that became impossible. Soon, Blake was fully submerge in stinging detergent water. There were a few loud beeps, and the Blake was yanked as the drum rotated. He wanted to vomit, but forced himself to hold his breath. Another rotation. Blake's chest Burned. Another rotation. Blake tapped into his superhuman abilities and held on a bit longer. Soon the machine was spinning constantly, inducing nausea with every cycle of the drum. Eventually, it became too much, even for Blake, and he breathed in through his nose. He gagged, forcing his mouth open, sending water down his windpipe, into his lungs. He coughed and choked on the water until he drowned, his body lying limp on Aria's green T-shirt.