You approach slightly more warily this time, keeping your eyes on the toes. When you realise that it hasn't got any eyes, you stop trying to stare it down, feeling rather foolish.
A flicker of movement, and you jump back a pace. But no - it's a false alarm. You're safe for now.
Coming around towards the smallest toe of the left foot from the side, you gingerly mount the sandal base, and lean your ear against the side of the flesh wall. You can hear blood rushing through the veins like an unclogged drain.
Awe-inspiring.
You are exceedingly careful not to touch the toes too much. The last thing you want is to be eradicated as a wayward itch.
But that's SO unsatisfying. Your desires are getting the better of your common sense, but you rein them in.
Climbing on top of the toe, you lie on your back and take in the view for a moment, then close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the nail at your back. You wish that this would never end.
When you have finally gotten over the rush of being an inch tall, you begin to worry. What's going to happen next? You could settle down here for a while and see what happens, or get down and actually DO something!
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