This choice: Dust yourself off and go and explore • Go Back...Chapter #10Lions, Tigers and - um, walkmen? Oh . . . my? by: Unknown "This is insane", you think. "Giving up a perfectly good hiding place - a spot where someone knows that I'm here, no less - for a dangerous, and quite possibly short existence. For what? What, I ask you!"
You think for a moment. "For the most incredible adventure of your life? Damn straight."
You walk to the edge of the pillow, the drop before you stretching thirty or forty feet. Turning around and looking at the string far above you, you estimate that you've already fallen several hundred feet. "What the hell was I thinking!" you bemoan - not knowing that your density plus overall weight would make the fall not all that painful. By all rights you should have ended up a small red splat on the rug.
Compared to the huge drop, jumping off the pillow should be a piece of cake. You take a couple of long steps and jump for the distance. You sail down, impacting off the floor, bouncing and skidding to a stop. It's a typical dorm rug, short cropped - just enough insulation between your feet and the cold floor to make it bearable - almost.
You glance at your watch - just half past eleven. Jane has been asleep for about fifteen minutes. You figure that she'll sleep for at least six hours. So - that's plenty of time to look around, and three hours to get back to the pillow and get noticed. And that's worst case; a much more forgiving timetable might give you up to eight hours of Jane in slumber-land. In a dark, safe bedroom - what could happen in that eight hours?
Mortals should not ask the universe questions they do not want to know the answers to.
You begin exploring, checking out your immediate surroundings. Closest to you is a pencil that had fallen off the desk and forgotten. It's the size of a football field - or at least feels like it. Beyond that is a couple of hair elastics, perfect for restraining gigantic pony tails. Several long strands of Jane's golden hair remain tangled with the band. You shrug and approach - What the hell, this might make good rope, and there's plenty of it to go around. Tied together, you might have several hundred feet of it - and her hair is much lighter than normal rope.
After a few moments coiling, you set out into the night.
You walk along the edge of the bed in silence. The occasional rustle of fabric from far above as the gigantic woman tosses and turns in her sleep - dreaming whatever drama the unfathomable subconscious summons forth. You ponder for a moment - is a 1/4th inch tall man included in those dreams?
You pass such mundane items such as a discarded beer bottle (you didn't even know Jane DRANK, let alone tossed the empties under her bed), a gigantic Walkman with ear-pieces big enough that you could crawl into them, and a screwdriver. You make your way to the foot of her bed, when movement makes you freeze. Jane is getting up!
You hold perfectly still as one lone foot descends from the heavens. It slams into the ground about a hundred feet ahead of you and then stops. All is still.
You cautiously approach the mammoth foot. No further movement disturbs the night. Jane must be lying on her stomach, because the foot is sole to the sky, resting on the tips of her toes. You walk around her foot, along the side the little toe occupies - although 'little' is such a subjective term.
You look up - the remainder of Jane's leg would be an easy climb. That would be a sure route to discovery in the morning, if you were to hide again in Jane's ear canal or something. However with all the tossing and turning - you could get squished long before you get there.
On the other hand, a whole world awaits you under and around her bed. And you do have 5 hours to kill - why waste them in bed?
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