Feet released from week worn socks
Added 2020-09-24 20:20:32 +0000 UTC"What was that smell?" You wondered as you came into my room. My feet were dangling off the side of my bed, freshly released from the stinky socks I'd worn for a week. The smell was almost hypnotic. You knew it was wrong, but you wanted to get closer, get under them, and bask in the rich, cheesy odor.
"Go on then." I said, as if reading your mind. In complete defiance of your brain, your legs buckled. You crawled along the floor, turned on your back and gazed up at the smelly feet of your new master.
