You let out a loud yawn and slowly emerge out of your sleeping bag feeling like crap. It was a long night. The giant couple had multiple sessions last night and the resulting effects wreaked havoc on your ability to get good sleep. Looking out from under your tent, you can see daylight showering the room from under the shade of the bed.
A gurgling feeling surges through your stomach and you hear it grumble right afterwards. You look inside your tent at a box of granola bars and bottled waters. It is futile torture though. The box is there in case you get incapacitated and need bare minimum food to stay alive until you can grow back, otherwise you will have to journey to scavenge for some food and water.
Grabbing a flashlight and stuffing your knife in your pocket, you begin your trek from under the bed. You are careful to look up and observe before walking from straight under the bed as you would hate to get squished by your mom or some guy's gigantic feet if their trying to get out the bed. The coast seems clear so you walk to the middle of the open. The house seems dreadfully quiet. There doesn't seem to be anybody on the monumental bed. Walking further away you are able to see more features of the building sized structures in the room and see that on top of the bedside table is your mom's alarm clock that reads it is late morning. You are surprised that you managed to sleep through your mom and her friend getting out of bed getting ready for work and leaving.
You walk out of your mom's bedroom and down the miles long hallway. The house should be completely empty as your mom would've taken your sister to school seeing as the elementary schools are still active for close to a month before their summer break meanwhile you just graduated from high school.
On your way to the kitchen you walk by a pair of pink, foam flip flops that look big enough to crush semi trucks. To the left of these flip flops are a pair of baby blue ones that are big enough to crush ocean liners. The thought of being a bug in comparison to the ginormous feet that would occupy these flip flops gives you an inadvertent chill.
You finally make it to the kitchen. The ground transitions from carpet to hard tile floor. The floor is no longer smooth because at your new size the terrain is slightly bumpy and rugged. You walk towards the kitchen table knowing you can probably find crumbs that dropped on the floor. Once you make it by a massive chair leg you see the jackpot, a boulder sized crumb of a cookie. You break off chunk by chunk and eat but it isn't as palatable as you thought it would be as the cookie crumb is very stale. After eating as much as you can, you decide to take a small break on the ground before walking again. With the lack of sleep from last night, it doesn't take long until you find yourself actually going to sleep.....
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