This choice: Try to climb the sandal wall • Go Back... You try not to think about how close you just came to being crushed underneath your mothers feet, and start running towards the great wall of rubber that is your mom's sandal. You don't know how long she is planning on staying here, and the longer that you're on the floor the higher the chances of you ending up underneath her feet. You try glancing up to get a hint about it from her actions, but it's no use, she's too far away to tell what she's doing.
You reach the base of the sandal, and are thankful that it didn't take that long to get there (In reality, your mothers foot was only a centimetre from you, it was really close!). You place your hand onto the rubber, and it looks like you'll be actually be able to climb this immeasurable wall!.....somehow.
"Well, no time to waste." You muse to yourself, and begin to scramble up the sandal as fast as you can.
As you climb, you can feel the ominous booms and thumping of your mothers mountainous toes above you through the sandal, was this really the best idea? One wrong move and you'd end up underneath them, plus who knows what'll happen when she actually starts moving. Regardless, you still think that it's better to stay up on higher ground, so to speak. And if worse comes to worse, you could try and hide by the area where the strap is.
Eventually you reach the summit, and roll onto the surface of the sandal. Instantly you feel dwarfed again as you're reminded of your new tiny size, as you stare up at the dominating forms of your mothers toes. The one in front of you is the size of one of the high rises you'd see in the city, but it's in reality just mom's pinky toe! There'd be no way to survive it if you ended up beneath it, but fortunately it seems like they're being rather still at the moment. Dangerously curious, you move closer to the toe to investigate it.
You reach the toe, and place one hand on it and rub it on the surface a little. It feels coarser than you would have expected. You've never been one to check out women's feet, but you would have thought that your mom's feet were softer and smoother than this. Perhaps it's because of your size, and that there was no way to hide it at this scale? When she first entered and walked into your room, you could see much more cracks and wrinkles on her feet than you normally could. On top of this, the smell was....interesting. Best described as a mix between sweat and foot lotion. It didn't help that the sandal also contained it's own unique smell as well, but for some reason you didn't mind it too much, perhaps because of it's familiarity in this new and impossible world you were a part of.
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