You watched as Racheal rose from bed,half clad in a tank top and shorts for her pajamas.You knew she was simply human,but to you...just wow.Her size alone you barely fathom.Each of her footsteps created great earthquakes,and her yawning echoed round the world.She stopped by your side of the bed,which you thought you really didn't need.Being so small,a single thread of fabric could be your entire living space and more.But Racheal insisted on it.She wanted to treat you as if you were normal,one of the many reasons you loved her.
She smiled down at you,squinting her eyes to see the barely visible dust speck that was her husband."Happy Saturday."Each word of hers boomed so loud it was in slo-mo,but her voice retained it's femininity.Your family almost considered Saturday a religious holiday,giving how it gave a break to your entire family from the five days of work,school,and the daily drag.
Racheal reached down,picking you up on the tip of her finger,gently bringing you up to her eye.God...you could get lost in her eyes...both in the metaphorical,and literal sense.
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