"Um... Excuse me," you say, which now that you think of it, was a stupid idea. You run over to her hand, the one on the desk, not on the book, and push it as hard as you can. Though it doesn't move very much, she still notices you.
"Hmmm? Oh, yes. What do you need?" She asks nicely. She sets her hand next to you, and you gratefully climb on. She lifts you up to her face slowly, but it's still enough to knock you off your feet.
You suddenly see her lips come into you vision, followed by her nose, then her eyes. "Where am I?" You yell. "Well you are in my bedroom, silly." She swivels the desk chair around and you see the rest of her bedroom at this height. It is decorated with knicknacks just a little bit taller than you, which gives you a depressing feeling when you realize how small you've become.
"Well, who are you?" "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I'm Trisha, but you can just call me Trish." Trisha? Why does that sound familiar to you? You shrug it off and proceed to your next question. "What happened?" "You are a questionable little man aren't you now?" She says playfully. Ugh! You wish she would stop reminding you about your dilemma.
"Well, when I found you..." Trisha tells you all about how she found you unconscious, on the floor and took you to her house, and started researching you condition. You start to ask another question, but she shushes you, puts you on her shoulder, and continues her research.
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