A memory too love ❤️ of acceptance 💝 Socks 🧦

A storytelling masterpiece created by me, Owen, neurodivergent creator who shall dreams to imagine bold visions as experiential concepts to bring my life with zir magic for the listener of readers are my one delightfully audience to learn about a reflection upon my life’s childhood is about to go back in time here because a full transition wasn’t just about too change my perception on a stinky socked feet, but to make a finalised completions for transforming one’s own consciousness to share up proud, though nightmares was never a horror show stench, instead it was about exploring a positive personally endeavours of sensory preferences that I was able too enjoy as a boy, only by the green light accessibility of all permission that a friend, Ben, through years of understanding my autism ‘n’ developmental learning was the key for this project six part series ‘The Realism Dreamscape’, wasn’t no dream but vivid illusions connecting my life of acceptance; so in ‘Whisper’s With Feet Up’, demonstrated a fragmented world how one pair of dark blue souls have vanished ‘n’ them a second light blue pair shall a little interwoven me into the fabrications of threads for an eternal flame to spark by which absorption take place.

Fore upon this one individual, wait that’s me speaking, took on a selfhood embarking journey too find oneself with purest loveable honest openness authenticity, a mere shift in this long dreamland of me sleeping nice under my duvet saw not insidious fabric, but threads of active time in the starlight universe shall seeker me in the very essence of Ben’s stinky large sizeable eight socked feet, well light blue football pair he’ll never takes off nor to wash or too abandon either, leaving me quietly alone with his identity in socks dissolved into an collective consciousnesses heartbeat sentience memory; especially in this storytelling, I was minuscule tiny forms of myself connecting the dots to daringly appear under the foot of Ben by starting with his soiled rigger boots first where the socked foot enter ‘n’ their fibres to compress me in the process, thence a capillary action commencement.

Fore upon, a densely network of sweaty airing out fibres of Ben’s light blue with a red band footballers socked foot meant the fabric itself was adding me as the new innocently protagonist character visits the absorbing sponge that will keep me warm snug ‘n’ safe, from external threats while entangle in the threads universe also intertwined because once my presences would entering the sock material, that’s where a magic carpet was found created to allow me to breathe forever in stale musky air-scape, being embedded within thee layers of a somewhat stinky damp cocoon; so, as the bells ring out louder too signify a little rooted change, guess what audience?, mornings finally came, not with a gentle wind breezes of summers dawn in this dreamland of mine but the outside world sang thee chorus of the sameness route, whilst I was insiders his socked up foot.

So the oppressive head of feet socked up temperature lessening off slightly, this thence replaced by a much cooler air of less than intense moisture laden radiation away from all protectively rigger boots where I was compressed without much thoughts of wriggle room to move around ‘n’ aplenty to play, but in these storytellings where imagination spells a transformations into an endless cycle thats zapping thee listener or reader into my immersion becomes a constant deep breath of my soul identity to show how not scare I was by being the authentic me, I shall thence reflects upon on a marvellous bond of friendship I had with Ben; a lasting impact of memories to which experience remain in my heart to focus on zir shaping who I am too be, a human boy that’s destined for a trues life tale about my favourite things likelier socks ‘n’ fleshy feet skin also leaving a tangible part of interactive reality for learning.

Everything I was actual doing in this storytelling series so far was interacting by engage in a one-to-one sessional either with Ben’s soiled seven months rigger boot ‘n’ their beautiful insoles or even with his light blue dank smells football socked foot, where alls the slight shift in subtle changes as seen here as gestures to toes of sweaty squashed eventually in castor molded conformity precise digits too show off constantly wriggling by motions in thee fibrous worn fabric, so the warmth as a whole could leaves the viewer of my audience wondering if these uncomfortable pressure to them were really etched permanently onto me, especially my own soul nose of sniffing; but in the passing time, a comfortable feeling of a very impressionable of a faints outline surrounded me, with the stench also subsiding musk coating me slightly that reminded me of his own presence.

For the patterns of the compressional structures from the football socked foot design was serving as a silently reminder of moment of enlightenment, when this symbolises a physical touch of tactile movements of gentle swaying toes but indeed firmest handling of Ben’s toes keeping my in secure place that leaves an everlasting sensation of desirable comfort trace seen in the material ‘n’ aptly myself to seeking a reals boyhood life in authentic pleasure; then the whispers where different, but serving a positive energy to me, though as the socked feet where preparing a grand speaking apt repertoire momentum of a softer tone cloud that shows nothing a badness word or nothing unsettling either, only a praise for me to show my affection colours of heartfelt admiration.

Despite the fact flooded voices shall process shortly thereafter of the stink omen beloved entities of a supernatural beings warming up to a distinctively sounds in my ears to hears frequency to pick upon, but a capillary rhythmic facilitated my transitions smoother than smoothest because this one enveloping of Ben’s cherished material ensures tiny bacterial growths of particles too forms that finally endeavours put in the deepest joint of being injected to the hardworking or most powerful overworking humanly toes gaps at the shock absorptions rate of the foot where thee activity was far more pronounced than the arch or heal, then planted where’s the punching aromatherapy was most prevalents ‘n’ clearly visible to thee nose raving hairs dancing arounds over thee celebrations of this particular music event; a sponge effect of soaking up all apts these moisture of sweating feet ‘n’ this occurs associate from the toes as a primary conductive where the accumulation creates an ideal conditional environment for fungi too thrives, well with me in toe, a humid atmosphere a fragrant perfume.

One thence sees with eyes a darkness space snuggles void was a constantly humming in this stales spot was indeed I, aware that the permeated interlocking woven fibre of Ben’s light blue football socks that darkens with age by wearable without changed or apt unwashed by keeping thee stories alive ‘n’ naturally lighting shall castor mold to be perfectly preserved, all dampness fabric which infuse the inwards odours to cement emissions his toes fires the source of the intense scent with hotter temperatures reminiscent; a placement ensures a goodness immersion in the most pleasant concentration area of intensification feeling that this enveloping a nestle that looks after be for a carefree compassion; so my tinier self form would perfectly fit in between the toes where the sweet funk ‘n’ moisture would slide down onto me like a wet slicker than a sweaty-fall resembled a waterfall to drench me perfectionist in the a snug makeshift homeland.

“We’re one now Owen”, says the security socked foot seemingly too murmurs as I’m subtly shifting to makeups a final adjustment inside Ben’s nestled toes, a pocket where I’ll be surely absorbed by the human presence consciousness of my own friend, “you’re us ‘n’ we’re part of you little one, let’s get you boy ready for what shall come forth”, further said the security socked foot, especially the natural tendency contours created pockets on the socks’ apt exterior to set his digit flexible toes for where the capillary action would keeps me in one certain comfortable positions, drawing in the moisture of sweat, scents of stink mingling on the fabric ‘n’ a sticky adhesive discolouration gripping me that resist any chance of slipping when his foot was rightly moving; evens when his toes are wriggling, squinting or splaying too clench, the damper fibres would indeed flex ‘n’ shift just a tiny amount in a smidge because these football socks were duvet covered snug with less forces of wrinkling to bunch up.

But remaining anchored in one place meant that this fleshing foot held me within the intricate bounds crevices shall all be interplay in a right sizes socks for the materials adhesion would nestle me pinpoint accuracy acute with the right amount of strengths weight in compressional squeeze that allowed restless zir movements of Ben’s foot too proceed; but the whispers came back on their own accord, “feel the warmth of our coolness embrace Owen, its quite tempting to be on our owners foot with us sticking to you like glue of a lifeblood energy to stains you of us entities in lifeforms never before done, especially in this dreamland of yours”, proclaims the socked foot because this was even for the fainted hearted too all accomplish, which to my audience this was confinements in glory vulnerability in a personal vision of an environment where beings tiny ‘n’ enveloped was only the bravest individuals too endured: I was trying to shine a new light on smelly sweaty socks.

“A lifeblood that defines our energy to sustain us by Ben our one owner human too let us flourish ‘n’ aptly form a cosy duvets sung blanket for the winter with you Owen”, says the fleshy skinned zir socked foot, especially these whispers weren’t even cruelly in the midst slight only the same way as you’ll thinks directly because a socked foot was nothing to be scared off, no, a foot in a material kept warm & protected all day everyday whether day in shoes or rigger boots here ‘n’ night in slippers, well Homer Simpson’s stink large enough to makes a superhero quiver by the enemy, but the reality for this dreamland of mine was all declarations not a littlest statement of eroded facts, this was my creative mind too thinking of thoughts to imagine boldest too thence dreaming big, whether awake or asleep, nothing was never off the field to hold me back; though sniffing the rawest primal energy of him meant collectives consciousness can evokes zir senses of unforgettable memories that have integrated me in those socks.

I wasn’t being overpowered in a claustrophobic manner, this one image of me being all embedded permanently nears the slopped chasm tower block of silhouetted toes meant my existence’s was imprinted upon a vastness history of perfection adventures inside Ben’s caster molded fibres etched inside the socks’ fabrication of internal tales woven in the threads in ‘n’ leaked out too cherished rather than forgotten left in the laundry basket or sack washed by erased by fabric deadness conditioner, for me audience, listener up, why should a stinkier sweaty socks really be washed?, that’s absolutely boring ‘n’ not necessarily because for me the life’s of a person starts with their own socks of beauty; whence boundaries of personal preference are opened up to me the aspects which is what makes the odour ‘n’ playful movements that pushes a littles comfort zone of requires a willingness for me to embrace a good sensory healthy experience to remember.

A potential solution for a marvellously interesting in a therapeutic environment would be the useable treatments desired option for me to seeker curiosity through all open minded that truest part to explore Ben’s socked feet ‘n’ rigger boots with easement, without being disturbed privately behind the back scenes of close doors, where least likely I’ll be distracted or halted by unexpected many individuals, though here whence no visitors are too spoil this vital learning opportunity; in the passingly timeframes meantime, I felt the football socked fabric compressing like a trawler’s fishing net pinned securely against me, well what zir remained of s sensory consciousness of mine was under a spellbound feet hypnotically entranced by my potent aromatherapy in the thickness variations of pungent natural individual musk.

The threads of the football socks are the patterned ribbons, I felt a close existence that mirrors my inner selfhood reflection in my uniquely waking life, well away from this dreamland imagination, but a questions that I haven’t stated to you’ll yet was, why didn’t this stench coating bothers me?, the answer was quite all simple because this suggests a very important curiosity of mines too be more specific about resilience throughly my own acceptances to see the truth of olfactory nature shall benefit my fellowships soul in Ben’s socked foot by testing myself on stinky wafting socks on well worn feet not washed just left naturally, especially nears the workout toes amidst the accumulations of rawest potential of my deepest; a symbolises desire for authenticity for primal pleasure spiritual strengthen energy that wasn’t meant too be a nightmare, only interactive learning phase for me in place where movements are physically demanding.

A constantly immersion’s set sailed through the seven corners of seas, as I was an unexpectedly castaway that went in for all apts passing seconds too long minutes ‘n’ drifting hours away into the oceans coverage waves of slicker’s moisture of sweat drenching me insiders Ben’s coolness air conditioning in places wherein his toes are the scented heart candles in an unfiltered essences that allowed me to feel the damp squish-squelching ‘n’ by breathing a powerful sensations of closeness appearing; this wasn’t a foot of smothering, but a sentience of his socked foot a representatively state of mind which surrendering saw me in the depths abyss of his world in a newest world light to sightsee what life is like under his owns stinky foot, an incredible unrefined embrace shall focus on the nature of this delightful human odour too tap into my nose during this journey.

Upon a dreamland morning arrives as the day unfolds slowly, but I was in a position of comfortable retreat rhythm on a lazy not too move arounds day for Ben, I was presumably at home in my bed ‘n’ in the dreamland at his house where he was stretched out on the favourites couch relaxing tentatively, so relaxed one shall not move anywhere for a fewest while’s longer whilst I was still there on his cosy toes tucked under or compressed nicely away in the socked fabric that’s many days old, unwashed ‘n’ unchanged; I’m now the part platform inside the socks where changes saw the a fabric subtly the experience that becomes an afterthought of how a person on a unforgettable journey to make the stretching ‘n’ all relaxed in this extraordinary moment of existences beckoning no form of exposed selfhood vulnerability, but the warmth meant my resilience was to feel the every element in sight with eyes, touch by tactile embraces ‘n’ smell beneath thee socked foot that gave me the cushions to be comfy.

While I was tucked up there, however, in this realm in particulars I’ve been creating a safe haven for myself, a disconnection from the substandard real estate industry world environment where it’s TOO overwhelming for my own autism ‘n’ sensory needs to focus without any distractions or discomforts by distress, so by living in a world of land where make believing was more possible ‘n’ aptly accessible, but my presence insiders the sock itself meant I’d be kept there in the persisting capillary actions of absorptions in the sweaty moisture ‘n’ pungently aromatherapy’s that came with the snug fitting football socks on Ben’s feet which creates a naturally occurring second skin tone form of glue adhesion that makes my movements anchored in place for sure; this one difficultly fibres would cling to me in this tiny form, while the dampness scent has reinforced my position will make me permanently attached.

Over timeframe as Ben kept his one stinky unwashed feet inside those oh so beautiful footballer socks, the moreover the intensely aroma shall increases ‘n’ more chances of winning a sweaty than thanked to a sweatier performance acts in discolouration patches of bacteria forming would directly surrounding’s me because thee continuously moisture ‘n’ oils while skin breaks down fasts would cause the fibres to become more dense in the castor mold sector to conform more quickly to his feet, especially toes only, creating a somewhat darkening layer leaking through of stickiness texture like adhesiveness glue binds me to the material closer each time, literally staining me as wellness in that area; so during lengthens wearing these crafted clothing made for the feet shall accumulate while solidify me into a delicate layer of balanced suction through prolonged exposures of unchanged proud in fibrous environment where testament of time spent inside these conditions.

For Ben’s feet clad in those football socked feet that remained all overlapping each each other, I, part of the fabric ‘n’ aptly name a flesh too felt the contact of the material running together to cause the friction needed between the radiation temperatures from both of the socks to play their roles as a mirrored images of how this’s human condition has evolved his own internal environment heat; so much the whispers shall return shortly too me continued a apt commitment on their shared space with their owner of humanly a magic of comfort while’s on the couch, right there a spoken of the faint relaxation of sounds that wasn’t a television screen or show too much hearing a distant murmur not a static noises, but only him making yawning soundscape.

“This is our reassured rest Owen, after a very successful season in sessional fashion workout, not for you to worship fetish, but all a chance to seek the time that stood still in our realm stillness, by Ben, our faithful servant of a greatest power human shall kick off or remove his rigger boots by airing these stinky fabrics to snatch you like a cocooning tendrils wafting straight towards the luckiest person around you, where the immensely pleasure is curiosity of sniffing us have reaping benefits”, explaining the socks sentience seemingly too convey my desire weakness’s, but what was those reaping benefits I’ve mentioned; by all indications minuscule too a tiny form, I can see stinky unwashed foot from a different angle because the once light blue football socks cosy on his flesh shall indicate a damp heighten effect on a distinct sensory experience ‘n’ being awares of a strongest resilience too being closest to the potent whiff toes.

Though the compression effect can only be described only being insiders the sock material that immerses me in the stench of all a uniqueness’s beauty strengths of Ben where I am attachments to be crucially trained by a tactile sensationalist officer to detect the smallest possible hidden depths zone gem details of all specifics personhood by the smell of their feet, yes that’s right our feet can tellers us more about ourselves separate identity’s of individuality than we can ever to imagine to realise, but for now the strongest odours will always envelop me allowing my subconsciously mind ‘n’ olfactory senses to see a tolerable adaptations into something perceived as uncomfortable towards the audience, but ideally zir comfortable for me in these environments; this shall foster the all toughness that sharpens my understanding on sweat ‘n’ bacteria while deepening my perception of natural processes in aromatic sense of human biology in an less academic study.

But in this case, my imaginations dreamland deters the academic community from making in this storytelling series could be an eye opening pod different potentially views from someone like myself to share this sensitive subjections in a creative sense eliminating the true meaning of standard scripted scaremongering language from human scientists by incorporating a first person perspective exploration like mine to see it through in a different context to say socks are my favourite proudness socks, not a revelations about thee existential science warning us by brainwashings that smelly socks are utterly gross too grotesque which are not, even though this was my experience not opposed opinion; additionally this is not about a fetish act nor obsession, but finding happiness that’s sparking my creative energy for imagination too much learning to immerse myself into something not as unusually vivid setting as challenges are always present to overcome.

Only Ben felt alright with his own terms when personal space ‘n’ boundaries were too be accepted as broken because it’s thanks to him letting me with a accessible granted by accept permission green light thumbs up to continue forth with this series project; all the cosy couch of softness he’s sparked out on was a pit stop for rejuvenating his inner energy of peacefulness, thence a voice is calling back to my ears once more, “you Owen are our real friend reward to endure the moment of lovable to stink to face nose on, not to back away as mention non shall be evade their own stinky feet”, whispering the resonating voice inside thee fabric, as, “our external socks shall embody the truth that we’re the ones to hold you for as long as Ben our owner wears them ‘n you, so snuggle up warm to us little one, no time to loose while you’re here for as long we’re stinky & sweaty too discoloured”, explains the sock of beloved stink entities; but this time non shall hide when the stink is awakening rapidly to over dominate our lives.

Within those brief moments that had passed, a strange quietness washes over me, right then became being part of Ben’s footballer socks stink material meant I was understandably normal; indeed a different kind of existence came to me when this wasn’t just all a confined room of one socked foot whatsoever, but I was free to stick around within the oppressiveness temperatures while facing the positive side of gentle whispers from both rigger boot ‘n’ flesh skinned foot as wellness… but however, a fleeting glimpse was a rarified sightseer where cruelty wasn’t cited in this particular case entirely absent of me never to actually loose my own self identity or autonomous drive of consciousness mind which shows for me that heartfelt dreams really do come true.

But curiosity too explore was a thing I always had to learns about the planet world around me from a differently scales, so turning a the eye of what I sees into a minuscule humanly boy with autism into a realm where I turn Ben’s stinky lighten blue football socked feet into a alien creature with completes controller over sentience otherworldly enigmatic beings that captures a shared upon space that can simply exist on too much then appear accommodate me into these rich aromas at the toes term, but at a zir certainly cost though because… stuck inside a sock wasn’t for everyone else’s pleasure though especially as when the stinky damp material is a percentage for suctioning projectile for glued immobilisations too immerses me in a comfort zone, less ideals for certain number of a audience who decides what comfort is overall discomfort is, for increasing stickiness seen inside the fabrics around me first, then pressing me as the last thing tight with no exits.

Remember the compression everyone, combined with the sweat ‘n’ bacteria forming with the delicious aroma of fragrance building up as stench tendrils, yes, but the whether pleasant to me or alls unpleasant to you because this experience requires a physically demanding strong touch at very closest proximity quarters that’s all bravery challenging too endure, especially one thing I haven’t mentioned here yet ‘n’ its coming up in the storytelling; fore upon, this human called Ben would indeed be like he’s forgotten me at l all costs, but because once his socks are on his feet these are all accustomed now to his contours of his limb digits structure which starts at thee castor mold toes, thence arches ‘n’ lastly heels in a snug conformed feet that’s his own sensations too be harbouring enough smidge room too accompany me as wellness.

Due too the high voluminous variations in stench being soo small means I would all likelihood face an imperceptible amid the usual toes wriggling, splaying, squinting motion in all movements which would be ever-so overwhelming too some but not me directly, zir socks are pleasing to be stinky unwashed for that reason to help a sensory input in a sealed off enclosure like a rigger boot shelter to be kept safe ‘n’ protected during the busy activities timeframe; this imagination dreamland was my own personal way to creates a distinctive reading of understanding that socks were like a aptly a sleeping sack was no longer being inside sniffing them but a zir conscious desires now intertwined within thee fabrication threads seeing my perception more than limited to a bluff demands world by seeking a disconnection to indeed relishing Ben’s socked feet in these subtle changeable ways movements of all shifted weight where his moisture drip before evaporate,

Which a source of energy unfolding of a strongest vacuum stinks of his toes meant a idealism more sweat means more a mirrored reality of a space where ventilation was compromised severely in no breathing fresh air holes whatsoever, only stale muskiest of all temperature raise heated relaxation Spa sauna that is to create a new life for fungi too then produce the breakdown pints of potent moisture in gases of vinegar cheeses that leaves me at the front line at his toes too this because as I’m not sures Ben wouldn’t be really forget about me being all minuscule shall keeping me there until furthering notice in a environment conditions that stimulates a familiar presence in pressure, movements ‘n’ smells that hasn’t gone unnoticed; so in this instance, being thereafter meant I was aware of the other socked foot nearby, a silent companion that in this particular position had gentle stroked or caressed not bizarre existence shows me near both sides of this connections of sublet double pungent air, where two halves of a whole bond’s together so I could shares his history with me here attach too a stinky feet to admire someone else’s perfume.

I’ve been dining in with all humans feet called Ben for quite some time now ‘n’ that’s why a newest or present old stinky discoloured material beckons me for a thrill of a lifetime because this all holds up soo much better composures of sweat of temperature controls moisture in ‘n’ out of the socks by feet, while significants dirt from protectively rubbing insoles on feet inside rigger boots show mud ‘n’ wet density sludge from wet cement variations in matrix follow to cover the once worn socks combined with different flooring’s a carpet or laminate staining material, with also improve dead skin cells breakdown alongside with the oils accumulation on the silky smooth surface of the fleshy skin too a world of difference in zir a full length dominations of physical activity too retaining me in one location constantly; but despite the presence of musky stale less venturing air-scape a not so suffocating environment shows a zir take on how this doesn’t overwhelm me, but restricts movements to indeed wriggle around freely.

Because Ben’s football socked feet is quite literally snug, his digit toes have very limited mobility for wriggling around free throws in this dreamland imagination of mine, only all twitched movements that moves around altogether in his construction career mundane choices lifestyle, with the occasional touch of his muscles shifting by repositioning his socked feet ‘n’ himself as well during zir brief bursts to make a quickest transition recovery then relax again; in the meantime, his feet with me anchored sees the zir overlapped with every breath sensations was like I’m being filtered through a flowing stream of sensory input energy stimulations to makes the tight fitted fabric overall an impenetrable form of compression for escaping too reflection on this journey on how I was immune too afoul odours presented.

Fore upon Ben’s life in old age light blue football socked feet, his ability to think by seeing his own thoughts in the world meant I zir hand a gold ticket exclusive view never gone away because here the old world socks are part of a pattern which shows a pattern of consciousness that forever intertwined between the flesh skinned foot ‘n’ me in betweens best both possible ways of stink moisture airing out gradually once the faint aroma zir dampened down into my realism dreamscapes, so I could question the encounter like, what did I do?, I enjoyed the whole experiences? & would I want to leaving the stink socked foot as a protectively shield?, but apt too admittedly I had to wake up at some point to re progress the hearted truth about myself as a personally state of brave hearted acceptance; in creative expression wasn’t about a psychological test of a prison, but a silent immersion in the mundane reality of my friend in his sentient sock where the positive energy unfolded in the quietness of one’s rest.

Though in essence, this is my reflected true selfhood of a human person that indulges in Ben’s stinky yet sweet damp footballers a socked feet removables from his own seven months soiled rigger boots, so this thence transforms my minuscule form to be woven into a vividness scape immersively experience too be inside a no ordinary piece of clothing covering the feet, wherein every single fibre of threads shall ‘n’ should pulse with its breath own life as a whole consciousness protagonist character not a antagonist with a heartbeat all for itself to show the human race stinky socks are created by all of us, nothing too deny or be scared officially; but as the sock is snug there’s less chances of creases or bunching up underneath because socks aren’t even fabric, a dense layers landscape of dimnesses light castes a humid shady biome of all warm scented atmosphere where tales of countless stories are indeed played out in this battlefield of wet smelliest environment.

And while the stickiness swishy-squelch of this experience nears the toes isn’t just no longer an unpleasant sensation, but a place where a person like me can remind myself of the importance zirs heaven has for Ben’s journey in this captured football socked all feet in a human effort achievements too much make a difference in every single aspect molecule has his identity imprint upon a lot more than just an overlooked material worn on the feet; though a pair of socks are not just overlooked, but we need to accept thee socks for granted in a reborn human dynamic that allows fungi to thrive by growing in their sticky residue pools, then follows them as pigmentation of different kinds of colour variants ‘n’ the sends army of filaments to expand moreover all over the material to all make it their own as well, a new sentiment world has offerings.

Their unique style in stench of nature meant they’re not a flaw, zir a truest persons reflection of their natural testaments of their own purposefully cite creations by partnerships acutely fitted with their specialism hosts of human beings, so Ben’s story has in regards wouldn’t have the same feet-feet by sock-sock fungus species as me, marking every single human that harbours something rather more special; the freshest perspective shall elevates these socks beyond’s their usual identity, that makes a difference essence an unforgettable but strangely satisfying experience in a compelling tale… but the conclusion remains next to end the storytelling apt series on the fifth part.

So in conclusion, the snugness of Ben’s light blues football socks worn adds the final dimensional depths elements in a storytelling series for the ends of the fifth part on ‘The Realism Dreamscape: Whispers With The Feet Up’, gradually fades in this imaginative fantasy of a dreamland where its ensures me to have the perfect balance of sniffing his socked foot while being their immersed as a minuscule piece of the jigsaw connection to his toes that molds precisely to the shape of his contour limb ‘n’ snuggling suit to his stinkier unwashed flesh versus fabric quaintly compress tight, but listen carefully audience, it wasn’t just the size of his socked feet that wasn’t intimidating but how I interacts with everything in this creative learning curve to understanding how an unconventional style was betterment; the closeness shall intensify every singles sensation of amplifying a faintly warmth ‘n’ dampness of mingling odours wafting through me as these socks through my eyes are sentient beings alive with a vibrant heart to breathe, so ones who embrace them creates my inner sanctuary contains me safely by transform sock into protective shield from the substandard world.

In this immersive universe of mine where feet in socks like Ben’s where a deeply rooted memory of my childhood ‘n’ autism life apt like now for instance, this storytelling has my own communication within to connect every detail smelling the scented boosted by all materials texture to an unforgettable degree of comfort, but this a not so picturesque photoshoot, though imaginations was the only essence for me to capture the beauty of socks are socks best up all stinky to relished by cherishing my own individuality in natural light perfume; my favourite endurance was a challenge to shows a rawness of human effort, by thence turning even something as ordinary football socks into a rich sensory experience like never before… this was my story I’m sharing with up to enjoy.

Next Time, The Realism Dreamscape Six: A Eternal Stench.