You were about to see how easy it would be to get on the bed, when you noticed Emily began to stir from her rest. You quickly headed to her side to see her fully upright. She sat up and turned so that she's sitting on the bed. Her lower leg easily reached the floor from that height. She let out a quiet yawn and noticed you standing there. "Good morning, Sweetie." 'Mornin', Darling." She then got up, and up and up and up. You finally saw her at her full height, at roughly 13', more beautiful than Venus, even though she'd just woken up.
"What would you like for breakfast today?", Emily inquired. "Hmmm... anything's fine. You can pick if you'd like." She gave a playful smile and walked past you and through the large door behind you. You then noticed the dimensions of the room. You don't remember buying a house of this size, but it still seemed oddly familiar. As you walked through the house to the kitchen, everything was built to accommodate for two radically different sizes the best they can. Finally entering the kitchen, you immediately noticed the higher level of the countertop and table. Low enough for your relatively minor 6' 2" frame to manage while still usable for Emily's larger stature.
Emily was standing at the counter preparing food, so you sat down at the table. Your chair seemed like a kid's chair to Emily's. Finally, your wife walked over and laid down a plate in front of you and her place, even the plates are ridiculous different sizes. She made cinnamon-sprinkled french roast for both of you, drawing little hearts on your toast with honey. After a few minutes of the sound of crunching toast, your wife noticed the time and says, "Uh oh, we'd better hurry or it'll be too late."
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