You can think of no particular reason for your choice, but hey - you had to pick one, right?
The brunette goddess that you turn towards is wearing faded jeans (she probably bought them that way) and a battered pair of trainers. You assume that she's wearing other clothes, but you currently can't see past her knees. She's sitting down with them drawn up under her chin, her arms wrapped around them. Her legs form an arch.
The blades of grass shield you from the sun, but when you get close enough to her, you find that you don't need them anymore. Her bulk is sufficient to block the light from your eyes for quite some distance.
Getting closer to the toe-end of her shoe, you begin to feel fear. This woman would squish you like a bug if she saw you now, and would have no trouble in doing so, either. It's a terrifying thought.
Tentatively, you put your hand out to find a hold on the shoe by which to climb. Then you stop. You've had more than enough trouble with shoes in the past few minutes, why continue with more? There must be an easier way to contact her...
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