Peter Lewis
speaker
1,888 appearances
3 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 20 Sep
Peter Lewis’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Father's cotton candy mouth opened wide, swallowing my fist whole.
For seconds I could feel the insides of his cotton candy cheek against the back of my hand, felt his cotton candy tongue abrade against my wrist, and his cotton candy teeth nibble my fingers.
I grabbed him by the ear with my free hand and pulled, stretching his ear out from his head by six inches or more.
Father's mouth disappeared from around my right hand, leaving it trapped in place, and it reopened in the middle of his half-formed forehead.
I drew in breath.
You pulled my right hand free, drawing a fistful of insulation with it and unleashing a torrent of spiders and flies that must have been ensconced in the insulation for God only knew how long.
They hit me in a blinding wave.
My hands flailed out in panic when I made it to one knee the floor gave beneath me way faster than it should have.
It shouldn't have given at all.
I'd made a misstep, and with a sickening crunch I tumbled straight through the attic floor.
The crunch, thankfully, was all drywall and not bone.
For a time, I held on to one of the oaken beams that framed the attic insulation, feeling my feet dangling below me, kicking in empty space.
In that time, I could still make out the whole attic, but from this angle, you know, high level with the floor, it felt a lot like I was being swallowed whole by pink, fluffy quicksand.
It got worse.
The insulation all about me drew in and then pulled back out, a monster trying to breathe, only I was caught in its throat.
The visage of my father in that insulation never fully integrated, but the stuff remained tangibly, undeniably alive on every side of me.
I had the unsettling sensation that it supported me.
I couldn't imagine why.
Let me go.
Then, gathering myself, summoning calm, trying for reason, I started again.
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