Lauren craned her head back. The giant foot in front of her had five toes, all coated in a bright red nail polish. This had to mean the giant woman towering over here was....
“Mom,” she whispered. She could not believe how insignificant she was to this massive woman. She also didn’t know what her mom was doing home so early on a work day.
Carrie was exhausted. She had not slept well the night before, and was feeling very nauseous. While her daughter felt sick as a result of her poor decisions the night before, Carrie was coming down with a cold. She poured herself a glass of ginger ale while standing in the kitchen and slowly began to sip it. She was irritated that she had to take half a sick day, but it was probably best not to contaminate all her coworkers.
As she stood there, sipping her beverage, the giant woman scrunched her toes. She had no idea that she nearly stepped on her oldest daughter. Lauren was terrified at the thought of being crushed under her mother’s giant toes, but she knew she needed to get help.
“Fuck it, I can do this,” the hungover tiny mumbled, and ran up to her moms foot. Lauren walked over to her moms smallest toe and began to hoist herself up.
Feeling a minor irritation on her foot, what does Carrie do?
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