"In fewer than 150 words write from the perspective of a ball of yarn that's being chased by a cat."
I am coming undone.
The furry demon beast has been torturing me for the better part of an hour, and I don't know how much longer I can last. Cruel and heartless thing, she seems to take great pleasure in pulling me apart bit by bit; toying with me to suit her own cruel amusement. I had such dreams of things that I could become with my little life, what marvellous shapes my existence could take, but those will never be.
I have a brief moment of respite right now as my tormentor takes some refreshment, but I can sense her nearby, can feel her eyes on me. Her claws will be upon me soon enough, tearing me asunder and scattering me in all directions. I pray that my end is swift, and kind.
She's coming.
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