There he sat, on the soft bed, atop the navy blue and red comforter that adorned the cloud-like mattress. His flannel shirt fit his body perfectly; his sleeves rolled just below the elbows and the top few buttons undone, exposing his caller bone and the peak of his toned chest. The warm shirt met his dark blue jeans that flowed down to his feet.
His slender toes wiggled against one another in the wool socks they rested in. The feet rubbed together slowly, radiating heat up his legs and into his upper body. His pale blue eyes followed the words line for line as he turned the page every few minutes. The intriguing book had engulfed the young man as he and his vivid imagination continued the mesmerizing tale unfolding in front of him.
Logan relaxed on his day off like any actor did. His busy life allowed for little time to himself so times like this were precious to the 22 year old. Mr. Lerman was so engaged the brunette failed to notice the current movement on his bed. The corner of his comforter began sliding up the bed nearing the unsuspecting legs. The colorful material snaked around Logan’s lower limbs quietly, not catching his attention. Suddenly once the thick blanket had covered his legs to an extent it tightened its grip to grasp its prey.
“What the?!” the actor shouted as he realized his current predicament. But before he could act on his panic, the ocean of blue and red had yanked him to the carpet floor. The flannel shirt he wore quickly became undone and glided off of his pale torso. The cotton sleeves stayed buttoned on his arms while the body of the shirt wrapped up and slid behind the leg of his dresser. His body lay along the end of the bed horizontally as his arms were raised by his shirt.
Logan resembled a Y; his legs wrapped up in his comforter and his arms above his head. He tried yanking his arms but the large dresser would for sure topple on top of him if he pulled to hard. He was essentially stuck.
The movie star struggled to wrap his mind around what was happening to him. His bedding and clothes coming to life and taking him prisoner was something right out of a cartoon but the reality of the situation was more present with every second that passed. His socked covered feet rested out the bottom of the heavy blanket and his naked upper body squirmed on the tan carpet to find a way out.
Logan knew screaming for help would be useless; he was home alone and his phone was on his night stand. He was helpless to say the least. To his surprise he felt his grey socks with black toes fly off his feet. The fresh air met his now bare feet with a tingle and a jump from their owner. He couldn’t imagine what this would evolve into but was quickly shown just what the idea was.
An ink pen from his nightstand fell off and rolled quickly toward his fresh soles until it hit his heel. The pen floated in the air as if under a magic spell and began running its dull end up and down Logan’s pink sole. The actor immediately felt the ticklish sensations but fought to keep his laughter under control. The ball pointed pen traced the lines of his feet like a wanderer in a maze. The cold metal glided along his now wiggling feet smoothly, alternating between the right and left sole.
Mr. Lerman bit his lip to contain his giggles. He had always been extremely ticklish but it was a very well-kept secret. Logan even avoided being barefoot around others at times like photo shoots and in his acting. He feared anyone finding out his weakness and acting on it. But his feet weren’t his only point of sensitivity, not by a long shot.
His bedroom door was open during his reading and right by his room was the bathroom. He remembered that once he got a glance of his toothbrush rolling near his immobilized body. The green and blue brush floated above his bare chest and with an invisible flick of the switch, the electric toothbrush started up. Logan’s eyes shot wide open in a shock and terror type of expression.
The tiny bristles spun and moved from side to side as the brush descended onto his nipple. The pink spot shot right up, making it tickle even more. The brush got his adrenaline going with its target but then moved across his chest, tickling every inch of the way. It dipped into his tiny belly button causing his laughter to spike in volume. “AHAHAHAHAHHAHA NOOO NOOOO THISSS AHAHAH ISSSSS INSAAANNNEEEE!!” he shouted, remembering his situation.
All the while his sensitive belly button was being attacked, the pen was still writing hellacious marks all over his creamy soles. Over on the other side of the bed, a shoe lace from his discarded shoes unlaced itself. The brown string slithered across the floor, wiggled up his ankle, and started weaving itself between all 10 of Logan’s incredibly soft toes. “AAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA SSTOPPPPP ITTTTTT!!” The young actor couldn’t help but wonder if his pleas were even being heard. He was being tickled by inanimate things but they were very much alive, so could they hear him. His question may remain unanswered as the devious objects held nothing back.
The slightly rough lace made its way through every set of toes, beginning with the pinky of his right foot. The plastic end wedged itself between the toes that tried to resist the lace, eventually entering the forbidden skin that was off the charts sensitive. One particular instance the thick brown string rubbed between his big toe and second toe of his left foot and you would have thought someone just scared a little girl. Logan erupted into wild laughter and screams that shook the house. “AHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA IIIIIIII CAANNNNTTTTTTT AHAHAHAHAH TAAKKEEEE ANNYYYYY AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA MOOORRREEEEEEEEE AAHAHAHAAAHAH!” Unfortunately for him he wasn’t in control.
Just when he thought there was nothing else he could endure, the ceiling fan above him seemed to melt. The wings of the fan dripped off the fan and as they landed near him, they came alive like the rest of the household items tickling him senselessly. The dark wooded panels floated above him like the brush had and became arm-like. Only 2 had fell off the fan and those 2 were now digging into his sides. Although they were wood, they didn’t hurt Logan, they felt like stiff fingers or something like that.
They prodded and poked along his sides, hitting his ribs on the way back up and down. It tickled the actor sooo much. He couldn’t laugh more if he tried, that was until the toothbrush navigated into his armpit. The vibrating brush along with its bristles terrorized his tender pits, going back and forth between sides, seeming to get worse and worse each time. The small puff of brown pit hair was now damp due to the amount of sweat Logan was creating.
“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH MAAAAKEEEE ITTTT AHAHAHAHH STTTTTOOAHAHAHHAHAHAHAPPPPPPPP!!!” he begged as his armpits, sides, ribs, feet, and toes were being tickle dominated. His desperate eyes looked up at his large dresser behind him. All it would take was one good pull and he could be free of the shirt that held him and he could break free of everything else but it would potentially crush him.
After an hour of torturous tickling he had no choice. “AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH” he shouted between laughs as he used all the strength he had left to yank the dresser. Just like he anticipated, the tall dresser came falling down. It fell like a tree, coming down fast, right above Logan, and coming inches from his body, he could smell the freshly polished wood as it covered his field of vision. He closed his eyes and waited for the colossal dresser to make impact. “BUZZ BUZZZ!” startled the brunette.
His eyes shot open and he jumped with fear as he saw his phone vibrating and the small spot of drool on his book. He breathed heavily as he re-entered reality. “Ahh, It was just a dream” he exclaimed, grabbing his chest to reassure he was right. He looked over his room to look for any stray objects that might attack him but his room seemed back to normal, feeling his sweaty body through his shirt. The young and extremely sensitive Logan didn’t get much sleep that night. You would have thought he was avoiding Freddy Krueger, not a ticklish dream or what he might call a ticklish nightmare.