You let out a sigh of relief as your mother finally laid down to rest to watch some TV. Her feet were sitting vertically, and she occasionally curled her toes.
Now was your chance to get her attention. You push off from her foot, but slip and splash into her sweat. The aroma was captivating to you so you didn't care. You push back and manage to get to your feet. You dizzily make your way to the top side of her foot. Once you reached the curved incline, you looked down what felt to be hundreds of feet down. And it was. The downward slope to reach your mom's shins was about 1,000 feet.
Then you looked out across to your mom's body. She seemed graceful as she laid there, blissfully unaware of your situation.
You slipped on her sweat and began sliding down the steep decline if her foot. You start to to roll down mercilessly down the full length until the slope lessens. You eventually stop by her ankle. You get up slowly, but quickly persevere to make haste.
You run on the fleshy ground of your mother's shin, dodging the thick hairs that were half your size. As you near the halfway point to her knee, the ground beneath you rises, causing you to lose balance and face plant. Her knee was raising. You begin to slide slowly back down, but you grab onto her leg hair. As the ascent finished, you see her hand travel to for foot. She extends her index finger, and begins rubbing between her toes.
"I could've been down there.." you whisper to yourself, "I could've been squished, right between her delicate toes by her monstrous finger..." You shake your head, trying to forget about it.
You reach out grabbing for her leg hairs, trying to reach her knee as she played around with her foot. You are surprised that with all the interaction so far, she has not felt you at all. It's come to mind to try hitting her, hoping she'd feel you, but the thought of her thinking your are nothing but a bug came to mind. She either swat you away, squish you with her finger, smash you with her soft pink soles, sit on you, suck on you until ready to be devoured... You were going off again in thought.
You reach her knee, and look around the landscape. You still cannot fathom the fact that you are 1/32 of an inch tall, and that everything around you is incomprehensibly big. As you take another step, ready to slide down her thigh, everything shifts again, but everything is turning. Your mother was rolling to her side! You quickly run for the side of her knee that was gaining altitude. As you run as fast as you can, the surface you were once on is now at a 90 degree angle, but everything was still going. She was going to lay on her stomach. You continue to sprint. Finally, everything comes to a halt, and you find yourself on the back of your mom's knee.
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