Crawling under the door proves to be a minor inconvenience, as even though you are small, the gap between the door and floor is still enough to force you to get down on your hands and knees. At one point you even become stuck as the carpet, which you had been pushing apart as you crawl through it, suddenly becomes harder, refusing to yield to the strength of your micro sized body. Luckily with a bit of effort you are able to push your way through the region and at last emerge on the other side of the door, and into the confines of Anna's room.
Of course you've been in the room before, so you think you would know your way around, but standing on the floor, barely an inch tall, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the perspective of everything. The dresser, sitting on one side of the room, had always seemed small to you, now towered above you like some monolith of an ancient civilization. So huge that you nearly fell on your ass as you tried to lean your head far enough back to see the top.
Shaking off the feeling of being dwarfed by the furniture you turn toward your real reason for being in the room. In a distant corner, well distant to you anyway, of the great cavern that is Anna's room slumbers the goddess herself, her breathe coming in low, almost hypnotic, gasps that you can't say you haven't heard before, though their tone is a bit lower than it was, probably due to your diminished stature.
Steeling yourself and pulling up your pants in a manner you remember seeing in some of those old cartoons and movies you start to make your way across the vast field of carpet towards the giantess who should be almost six inches shorter than you, though in the current circumstances she appears several hundred feet taller than you. Oddly you remember commenting last night at the party that you liked tall women, though if this was somebody's way of giving you your wish you wish they'd take it back, or at least give you some guys underwear.
The trek across the room proves faster than you would have expected, calling to mind the fact that in proportion everything you do at this size, from jumping, to breathing, to even eating, should be occurring at a higher rate. For a moment after reaching the edge of Anna's bed you try and see if you can notice a difference in your breathing at least, but several attempts to hold you breath or take deep gasps prove either that it hasn't changed, or that you are incapable of perceiving the alteration if there is one.
Of course getting to the bed of Anna is only the first part of your problem, as getting into that bed had always proved a problem at regular size, and certainly posed a conundrum at this height. Luckily before you are two ways to ascend the height of the mesa, and approach the goddess that lay atop. One is the bed sheet, which hangs just low enough for you to get to, while the other is in true storybook fashion, as one of Anna's hairs touches the ground nearby, looking like a fiery red tendril snaking its way into the heavens. Which do you climb?
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