Aish. I've been dragged back into this strange world again. My mother binds me within her reach with an invisible chain. I cannot escape her force, her gravity, or whatever big word I'm forgetting to fill in the blank. Gasp! Choke! Madam, give me a break, please! Honestly, she calls herself a gentle mother. I'm being pulled along at her impossible pace entirely against my own will. Perhaps I can break free when the power of her force on me wanes for a moment. Almost, almost...her gaze is at the metallic things she calls coat hangers. I prepare my staged escape by accidently-on-purpose dropping my toy animal. Oops! Oh dear me! I must bend down like this and pick it up. DASH! I'm out, I'm running under rows and rows of tortured Macy's clothes hanging by their necks on metallic nooses they harmlessly call "coat hangers". Aiee! The lady who calls herself Mom may be gaining on me. It's hard to tell though. Heavy footsteps can be heard far behind me as I crouch under the fourth row of summer dresses. I'm draped by those long dresses. Nobody can see me. I'm invisible. The rectangular cubes of plastic disguised with the label "Anti-Theft Protection" are my spare communication devices, conveniently placed upon every piece of clothing. I grab a small piece of apparel that they call shorts. Green and white. Summer splash, they call it. It's a shame that this one had to die on a coat hanger too. So beautiful... Such pity I feel. I rise immediately to stand up to pay my moment of respect for the long-tortured shorts before I use its communication cube. OW! I've banged the side of my head a low metallic beam of the clothes rack. Ack! I've given away my position! The entire metallic beam is vibrating...ringing... The sights I see and the sounds I hear around me are all distorted with vibrations and stars! It was a trap! I knew it! One of those communications cubes must've been bugged! I begin to hear quick, uneven footsteps closing in on me from my far right. It's now or never to make my final escape. Yank! Come on, yank the shorts off the hanger! Eeehh...gggg...gaaaaAAAAA...GAA! One man in gray spots me. My "GAA!" had given me away again! That spy! Ugh! I don't have much time left. YANK! Ow! The hanger came off with it! Argh! The coat hanger is stuck on my collar! I see my mother's shoes underneath the bottom of those Docker pants thingers! RUN! Oh, I'm way ahead of her! Whee! I can feel the breeze of the air conditioners in my face...so cool... I'm still clutching those shorts tightly, hanger and all, for dear life. I scream commands and mayday's and SOS's and I've-got-an-emergency-somebody-dial-911-or-send-a-rescue-chopper, or somethings, or whatever they call it. I don't know! I'm just a kid deprived of the knowledge of such emergency code names. Almost at the door! Just run through that narrow gap between the two, parallel flat panels sticking up on the sides. I'm still shouting madly into the communication cubes. Perhaps those plastic "Anti-Theft Protection" labels are blocking some flow of electricity in the circuitry. No time, no time! There are grown-ups with name tags wearing the same dark blue and silver outfits either staring at me or closing in on me too. Must run through the crowd, the panels...almost...through those two panels... WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!... No! No, no, no! The whole store is looking at me! They're going to catch me and hang me on a coat hanger too! They're going to torture me while the steel hangers or aluminum or tin or brass or whatever they are...cut into my flesh and tear through tissue! Everyone near me is running towards me! No! What are you doing? Let go of my hand! Ow! Hey! Give me back those shorts! She needs a decent burial! The people, or droids I think, in those dreadful dark blue and gray uniforms are backing up! They're forming two parallel lines of some sort, as if they're opening some path for, for... Jeepers! It's that lady who calls myself my mother! Everyone has suddenly become silent as she makes her slow march towards me. I'm a goner. No! I almost made it...ALMOST, I tell ya. Maybe if I take advantage of this great opportunity... But she knows. She knows me well. As if she's read my mind, her hand is grabbing my entire arm that very moment I decide to make another run for it. I shut my eyes and wince in fearful anticipation of the dreadful moment of death. But I relax my eyes and open them in confusion. It's a gentle touch. I'd almost say, well, it's as a mother's touch should be. There are no words. There's only a moderate look of disapproval for a fraction of a second in the look of her eyes, but only I see it for that slight moment. I ever so slightly lower my head in guilt, but her gaze becomes forgiving. Her eyes grow warm again. A smile is slowly forming on her face. She holds out her arms wide, and I run into her arms and hug her as tight as she is hugging me. Mommy! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I never want to leave you again. Not ever again. Never.