Grabbing your damp, now slightly heavier form, your mother tossed you into the dryer. She was completely oblivious to your predicament. The water had seemed to damage whatever allowed you to speak to her. To her, you were just another green bra she owned, and was about to dry. She chucked in the rest of the clothes and threw a lavender scented dryer sheet. She closed the door, and you heard a few clicks within the machine itself. Then the spinning started. The first couple rotations wasn't bad, but as it begun to pick up speed, it became worse and worse. Another problem was that it was beginning to heat up to the point where it was almost unbearable. It could have been 10 minutes, or I could have been an hour, but when the spinning and heating stopped, you sat in the pitch black for a long time, smelling like lavender. The light blinded you when she finally did open the door. You shouted to her, but it was obvious she could not hear you anymore. She took you and the other clothes up to her room, and put you in with the rest of her bras before putting the rest away.