Em gasps and her eyes snap open. She begins to move, and you grab onto a few strands of hair to avoid being launched off. Em sits up straight in bed, and you are left dangling by a handful of threads near her ear.
"Em! Listen, but don't move!" You shout into the abyss which is her ear. She flinches, apparently shouting is unnecessary. Em remains still.
"What's going on? Sarah, is that you? Where are you?" she whispers.
"I don't know what's going on. I woke up, and I was the size of a doll. I'm hanging by your hair, next to your left ear," you say in a calm but serious tone.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Em whispers, whipping her head towards the source of the noise. This causes her hair to swing about wildly, and you begin to lose your grip.
"Could you please reach your hand up to you ear and catch me?" you plead.
"Seriously where are you?" Em asks.
"Just do it!" You shout desperately. You've lost your grip with your left hand, and are trying not to look down. Em reaches her hand up uncertainly to just below you, just as the hairs that you are holding are pulled out, and you fall into her hand.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, but thanks for the catch."
Em looks down at you in shock
"I don't believe it..." she mumbles
"Yeah, neither do I," you say.
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