CHAPTER 1: THE VIEW FROM BEHINDCLEO'S POVI'm going to die in a washing machine.

Not in a car crash. Not skydiving. Not doing anything remotely cool or interesting. No - I'm going to suffocate face-first in a Maytag front-loader because I climbed in after a fucking sock.

A SOCK.

It's my favorite sock, okay? The fuzzy one with the little cats on it.

It got tangled in the sheets and I saw it tumbling in the drum and I thought - I'll just reach in and grab it. Quick. Easy. No problem.

Except I leaned too far. And then I reached a little further.

And then somehow - SOMEHOW -...