When I woke up, I felt much worse than without a nap in the bathtub.
It shouldn't have been that long, although the bathwater was already cold.
I listened for Henry's breathing and heard that he was still asleep, without any nightmares or something.
If he had barged in here, I would have had to smack him hard.
I stepped out of the bathtub, ignoring the thing pressing against all of my organs, making me feel like a stuffed turkey.
Then, after drying myself, I grabbed the handle to pull that thing out.
Just that it didn't come out.
"???" I pulled again, but that thing was stuck inside me.
Is that because of the bathwater??? Some under pressure?
After panicking hardcore and pulling with force but not enough to reverse-gut myself, I finally remembered that I conjured that thing up.
"Haaaah." This bathroom started giving me signs of being cursed as well.
I put the silicone thing back to the past, feeling the pressure disappear strangely fast.
