Wallow both luxuriates and flounders in her bursts of self indulgent, self-pity. With barely any energy at all, she hangs on, wondering what it is all for. Wallow can get a little berserk, and when she gets really nervous, has a tendency to barf out her words. This may seems gross, but it is the only thing that works for her. Wallow has been blotched many, many times. So much so that you can barely see her beautiful floral pattern anymore. When Wallow witnesses other lovingly dyed fabric, she yearns for someone to one day treats her like that. Wallow’s stains simply rest on top, never fully becoming one with her. The crustiness of her stains hides the fact that she is actually quite poofy and great to cuddle with. Wallow wonders when the murky part of her life will be over and things will once again become clear.