Furry Carnage Locomotion

Church bells and train whistles, the wind grazing over the tops of wheat. Imaginary ropes tied to the couch. Twice blinked. Dark brown / frail earth battery. Charged, broke, rotated spindles. Spinnerets. Bitten toe spider, venomous. Full of sand, inched across the sweltering desert pavement. Black roads 100mph small wire fences on the sides, collected tumbleweeds and roadrunners.
A man, standing in sudden rain. He notices that his feet are liquid, flowing away with the slight current of the minuscule stream. Humorous things happen, as this is meant to be tragic and comedic simultaneously.
I can feel myself sliding down the couch, slowly melting, like a humanoid stick of butter in an upholstered saucepan. So far no sizzling though, only casual melting, skin so smooth. Distant music provides atmospherics. A quick scan for open padlocks reveals judicious chains.