You hadn't fully understood your complete insignificance until you approached the teen girl's foot. Sure, you could tell the family were closer to mountains than people, but like with real mountains, the true scale is lost with distance. But, mere inches away from a foot that towered over your old home, you started to grasp the size difference here. How were you to get her attention? She's a god, and you a mere speck. There was debris of dust and dirt smeared under her sole, some of them nearly as large as you, and she trod over them without a thought.
Your reverie was broken, however, as the behemoth began to move. To her, a slight shift. To you, everything, as she gently rotated her foot about the ankle, flexing her toes and stretching her joints. The small motion slammed you like a car accident, your face impacting with the dry side of her foot for a heartbeat before you were sent careening across the floor. The legs and feet of the family members tumbled about in your vision as you slid over the polished wood, glimpses of the mother's nylons and the girl's toes and the dad's trousers catching your eyes for quick seconds as you bounced away from the teen.
And mere instants before impact, you lock eyes on your destination. Grey, worn fabric, damp from just the morning's wear, lay the teen boy's socked feet. His toes, strong and thick, rear back idly, showing you the threadbare and holey sole of his well-worn sock, and you scream as you realize your destination.
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