My heart pounded in my chest as the shadow from outside the cabin grew larger, the heavy footsteps echoing through the wooden floorboards. I couldn’t afford to be seen—not when I was the size of a grain of salt. If whoever was coming in stepped on me, it would be game over.
Without a second thought, I bolted across the vast expanse of the floor, my tiny feet scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface. The table loomed ahead like a towering skyscraper. I made a break for it, weaving between a stack of books that looked like they could crush me without hesitation.
I reached the table’s leg just as the door creaked open. My breath caught in my throat, and I pressed my back against the cold wood, praying the person entering wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
The door opened wider, and the first thing I saw were enormous boots—black, worn leather with scuff marks along the toes, easily taller than me by a good few feet. Then I caught a glimpse of the rest of him: Jake, the camp counselor who had been working at **Camp Shrunkwood** for the past couple of summers. I knew him well enough—he was always a bit rough around the edges, but there was a kindness to him when he wasn’t joking around. Tall, broad-shouldered, and with a strong jawline that gave him a naturally intimidating look, Jake had the kind of build that made even the older kids look up to him.
From my perspective, Jake wasn’t just tall—he was a towering giant. Standing at least six-and-a-half feet tall normally, he now loomed over me like a building. I couldn’t even wrap my mind around how small I must’ve appeared to him, but to me, his boots were the size of an apartment complex.
His flannel shirt was faded with age, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms covered in tattoos. His messy dark hair hung just above his eyebrows, and there was a perpetual five-o’clock shadow on his chin that gave him a rugged look. He moved with the confidence of someone who knew how to handle himself, whether it was leading the campers or fixing up the messes the kids left behind.
Jake didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary at first. He set a canvas bag on the floor with a heavy thud, the impact causing a vibration that rattled through the ground beneath me. The sound of his boots scraping the floor made me wince, and I pressed even closer to the table leg, hoping he wouldn’t spot me.
He walked over to one of the windows, his massive hands gripping the frame as he opened it to let in some fresh air. The wind made a few papers on the floor flutter, and one of them skittered dangerously close to me. I froze, hoping he wouldn’t see it move.
“I swear, I was supposed to clean up this mess, but now I just feel like I’m forgetting something important,” Jake muttered, more to himself than anyone else. He leaned against the window frame, his voice deep and rough. “Maybe I’m losing it. But I could’ve sworn there was something I was supposed to do before the next group of campers arrives.”
I stayed completely still, watching as Jake turned and started walking across the room, his giant steps shaking the floor. His movements were so casual, but each one of them felt like an earthquake from my perspective. I had no idea how I could avoid being stepped on if he decided to come closer to the table.
Jake stopped near a stack of papers on the counter and began flipping through them. From my tiny vantage point, his fingers were absolutely massive compared to me, and when he picked up a few sheets, it was like watching someone handle a small city. He was completely unaware of my presence, absorbed in whatever was on those papers.
With every step he took, my anxiety mounted. What was he going to do next? Was he going to sit down? Move toward the table? I couldn’t let him notice me. He might think I was some bug or dust—would he just brush me aside?
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1. Stay Hidden and Observe: Remain under the table and keep watching Jake closely. Maybe he’ll reveal something that can help you, or you might learn more about his actions.
2. Make a Move for the Window: Jake’s back is turned. The window might be your best chance for escaping the cabin, but you’ll need to get past him without being noticed.
3. Get Jake's Attention: You’re tiny, but you need help. Take a chance and find a way to get Jake’s attention—whether it’s through making noise or trying to communicate in some way.
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