With a stroke of luck, she dozily looks down at her feet. The thunderous claps of her feet cease when she notices something tiny next to her right foot. She rubs her eyes, and looks again. She mumbles to herself, and she raises her foot over your tiny shrinking form.
You yell at, "Shannon! No! I'm not a bug!" You quickly turn and run are fast as you can. A large shadow passes over you and everything gets darker. You glance up and see her soft pink sole cover the sky. You had to hurry and make it back under your bedroom door. You glance back again just as her giant foot begins its descent to squish you into paste. You continue to yell in hopes that she will hear, but your squeaks are inaudible.
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