You looked up at your mother as she let go of the dust in her hand. Like a meteor shower it fell onto you and you shrunk down even further.
The brown table you were on stretched out and the infividual lines in the wood became like small cracks in the ground.
As your shrinking slowed down you looked up at your mother, she was massive. You hadn’t seen anything that massive ever. It was hard to imagine this was the same person who raised you as a kid.
You heard your mother’s booming voice.
“Oh baby, you’re so small now. You’re the perfect size. Here, step on my finger so I won’t lose you”
As your mother stretched out her finger and you saw it looked like a small house, you couldn’t agree more with her comment about you being the perfect size.
You climbed onto your mother’s finger, digging your hands under your mom’s dead skin. You soon reached the top of her finger and were suddenly shot into the sky at such a speed that, if you were scaled up to the size of a normal human, would probably be around 600 km/h.
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