There is no way I'm going to any of these giants in the house. My mom was so humongous that I was like dust to her! How can I possibly get her help!? I'm going opposite of wherever she is. I'm going to the kitchen to figure shit out.
It takes a solid hour of walking through the hallway and living room area before traversing on the tiles of the kitchen. Each tile was large enough to hold a football stadium to me and the ridges between the tiles were like ditches. Crumbs the size of boulders, some well bigger than I am. The kitchen table and chairs loomed in the distance like monuments that make up one of the Earth's wonders. They represent some kind of beacon of safety to me so I walk straight for the nearest chair and rest by one of it's legs.
With my back against the massive pillar, I start to sob as I realize I'm not waking from this nightmare. I'm stuck like this forever until I get help but I'm so damn small, how will that be possible?
My thoughts are interrupted as the floor shakes under me and a thunderous rhythmic boom echoes through the air. This wasn't the clacking of heels anymore but still terrifying nonetheless as...
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