You awake with a start after your vivid dream, your mind still trying to comprehend what you have just seen. As expected, the vast majority of that dream is cloudy and indescribable, but it did not feel like being entrapped in a living nightmare. It was more like that of a distant memory which, even now, can only be seen by the unconscious mind, and what ever it was, you felt entirely safe and carefree of any dangers the vision may have presented. You also felt some strange form of familiarity towards it, as if you yourself knew that very entity your entire life. 'It doesn't matter,' You thought to yourself, 'it was only a dream'.
You lift yourself up and glance around to ensure you were no longer half asleep. Through drowsy eyes, you see that everything is still bitch black, giving the instant assumption that it was still the dead of night. Though this appeared to be your room, you can't even see the windows or the bed which you lay upon, which now seems all the more inviting now that you have awoken from your deep sleep. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, you happily return to the warm, soft, furry confines of your bed and-
'Wait. What?'
You shoot back up again, suddenly feeling more alert then ever before. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you feel around for the switch of a bed light lamp. Your hand grasped not the switch for the light lamp, but only more of the same strands of fur that you lay upon, which only now you realise are much bigger that anything you felt before. You also realise that there is something else that was rather off about your 'bed'. The entire surface resonated with a strange bodily heat, and (where you thought it was your own imagination deceiving you) is heaving up and down, as if it were taking in large quantities of air whilst it too was in a state of slumber. While you sat up bolt up right and fighting impulse to make a run for it, you realise that all your movements had caused the entire, unseen massive landscape to stir.
It was waking up.
Just then, a deep, resonating male voice suddenly broke the tense silence, shaking you to your very core.
"Is that you, my child?" The voice spoke, a hint sleepiness in his voice.
The nameless entity sounded as if he were a great and mighty God was speaking from the very heavens themselves, yet somehow you were not scared by it. There something comforting about the way it spoke. Familiar even. You struggle to lift yourself up and stand above the great strands of fur towering above you. Whatever you were doing caught the entity's attention, as he spoke once more in the same, rumbling tone. "Having trouble?" It asked, almost inquisitively. "Here. Let me help."
At this, the 'roof' above your head began to move. The great ceiling of your resting spot began to lift, sending a ray of morning sunlight directly upon you. After shielding your eyes from the sudden in burst of light, you eyes adjust just in time to see the the large roof above you was in fact...
...a hand. Or is it a paw? It looks like it is both. But that isn't the most astonishing fact about it. What could been seen as a normal sized hand paw, looks more like the size of an entire city block, if not larger. The great palm was covered in more of the same strands of fur, now seen as coloured in deep grey and brown coat. The tips of each finger have humongous, sharpened claws that look like they could easily skewer through reinforced concrete. It hoovers above you for what feels like an eternity, before bringing forth the fore and thumb finger directly where you are standing. You only stare in both fascination and horror as the great digits surround you, finally pinching between two leathery patches that not even two whole football pitches could fill. They then lift you firmly but ever so gently from the bed of fur you slept in, bringing you higher and higher until you start to recognise the scenery before you. The field of fur you were confined to beyond to that of a great, masculine chest, complete with well shaped pecs and six packed abs, all clad in same brown and greying fur. Judging by where you were last plucked from, it looks like you were rest just in between the central area of the chest, nestled neatly in the vast mountains of muscle of fur and muscle. Just from this height, you can easily assume that this creature which you have slept upon had to be at least 100 times larger than that of an average human.
You glance up to see if you can face this unimaginable being, but could only feel your stomach drop at the site that met your gaze. Just in front of you, there was the largest, most terrifying maw you have ever seen. White, sharp canine teeth glisten in the light, each of which were the size of a skyscraper, the fangs would put the highest building in the world to shame. Behind them, lay the great, colossal tongue which, if so inclined, could easily slurp up an entire army in one go. And just at the very back of the maw itself, lies the uvula swaying back and forth, hanging just above the gaping bottomless pit that was the gullet. From it comes great washes of warm air, with enough force to match a hurricane, making you clench to the strands of surrounding fur for support. For a horrible, brief moment, you think that the massive creature was going to swallow you up as a measly snack. Thankfully, it proves to be untrue, as the great maw closes after what turns out to be a simple yawn, smacking a few times in satisfaction. 'If that was just a yawn,' you thought worryingly to yourself, 'I would hate to see what happens if he sneezes.)
As the the maw closed, you finally come face to face with this god like creature. The face, (if you could call it one) was in the form of a wolf's head. His monolithic, pointed ears swivels in your direction, trying to listen in to any sounds you may emit. His seemingly mile long nose was finished with the usual black nose, save for his gaping nostrils which continued to suck in air at an incredible magnitude, each looking like they could sniff up a whole acre of forrest if the wolf tried. As with the rest of his body, the Wolf had the same golden brown fur with some of the similarly greying patches dotted around his muzzle, indicating some early signs of experienced age. The wolf finally opens his dreary eyes, revealing great golden coloured irises with great deep pupils situated in their centres, still adjusting to the morning rays streaming in this seemingly endless room. They then focus themselves upon your tiny form still plucked in between the giant finger and thumb. You cannot help but whimper slightly in fear of what may come next, whether this predatory animal will simply eat you or perhaps just squish you there and then. But to your great surprise, the titan of a wolf simply smiles warmly at the sight of you, with the same admiration of a father would give to his beloved child.
In this instance, that may very well be the case.
Just then, the fingers holding you aloft begin to bring you toward the wolf's maw, stopping only just before his great, black lips. You brace yourself for whatever the wolf intended to do. The giant lips part slightly and the giant tongue you saw earlier came out, already wet with saliva. Upon seeing this spectacle, you close your eyes and turn away, not wanting to see what was happening. The tongue came into contact with your tiny body, bringing itself up and coating you with mass amounts of spit. While it did appear un appealing from a distance, you realise that the wolf wasn't doing anything to harm you. On the contrary: It appears he is only giving you a sign of complete and utter affection, like a family dog giving his love to his beloved owner. He continues to lick you a few times more until he pulls you away and brings you once more to his gaze. No longer feeling any sort of danger, you gaze again into his golden, now affectionate eyes. As you struggle to find something positive to say to the wolf, he does the job for by saying a few kind words of his own. But what comes out of the wolf's muzzle only makes you more stunned and confused than ever before:
"Hello my dear child." He says gently to you with his deep, rumbling voice. "How was your sleep with your Father?"
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