The giantess watches cautiously as you open the door. Presumably, she's a little scared of you, but now you understand that old saying about spiders: "They're more afraid of you than you are of them."
Holding your hands up in the air to show that you mean no harm (not that you could harm her at your less than two inch height), you watch a canyon of smile open up on her face. You nod your head slowly. When you're absolutely sure that she thinks you're going to approach her, you make a dash for the couch.
You seem to run slower than you did when you were regular size, but all in all, you guess that that is to be expected. You just hope that you can pick up enough speed to clear the gap between the coffee table and your place of refuge. You dare not look back for fear that the sight of the goddess in pursuit will strike you dead.
You can hear her though. Clearly that loud boom was her getting from her knees to her feet, and that distant thunder is her voice, expressing surprise and concern.
You ignore it and leap.
The distance can't be more than a foot in real scale, but to you that's quite a way. Factor in the potential drop, and it's not surprising that the moment seems to last forever.
At times like this you focus on the strangest things. You notice that there is an old coffee stain directly below you.
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