Coming against her foot, you race beneath the arch of her heel, and then jump for the cloth covered roof, trying to make it up on top of her foot before she moves, the arch probably falling flat and killing you. Luckily, the teacher is prattling off one of his monologues, which takes a few minutes, as you crawl bodily over the threads thicker around than your body, finally making it to the edge, and then hauling yourself upward, only once slipping as you pull on a loose bit of fluff that comes off, almost sending you to the floor, which, despite you knowing isn't even half an inch down, appears to be twenty feet or more, as you climb higher.
At last, you drag your body onto her foot, and almost instantly regret your decision to do this, as you stare up the incline of it, toward her leg. The distance is almost staggering, and, already somewhat out of breath, you begin to feel the hopelessness of your situation, as you consider the height to which you must aspire. You can't go to her eye, she'd just as soon swat you, and you have to avoid tickling her too much, otherwise she might just rub you into her skin, smearing you over the smooth, slightly tanned flesh like some form of skin care product.
Her ear, it's the only way to get into contact with her. And that way will involve trekking into the heavens themselves, a climb that would probably have made an experienced mountaineer break down and cry, considering it was almost completely vertical in slope, with only a few places where you might find anything like a place to rest as you scale her titanic form. Still, you aren't going to get anything done just standing here, and steeling yourself for the rigors of the undertaking, you start to climb, at first walking, but then going hand over hand as her foot lightly shifts, almost tossing you off it as a motion she would barely notice seemed like it was happening at super sonic speeds to you.
Literally just as you make your way to the cusp of her foot, where everything starts to go straight up, there is a sharp, harsh wailing sound that pierces you to your very core, and you cover your ears with your hands, before taking them off to grab onto the sock as it begins to violently move, Trini starts to move and stretch a bit, the coach looking at everyone, and for a moment you almost think she sees you as she stares at her foot, her long hair flowing down. Looking at this as an opportunity, you notice one of the strands falling nearby. You'd have to leap for it, but you might be able to make it, and if you do, you'd be that much closer to her ear.
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