"And that makes seven.  I win."  I laughed as I gathered all the cards and started packing them back into the box.  The somewhat blurry box.  Maybe I had had too much to drink.  Or maybe I just needed sleep. Then again that could probably be said of all of us.

"I don't know if that last round is actually fair Rick.  I mean how could you lose playing a mime having a stroke?"  Amber shook her head, long brown hair flipping around wildly.  The amused glint in her blue eyes told me her real thoughts.  Everything the last hour or so had been ridiculous.  

Then her husband Mark came over yawning widely.  "Well we do have a big weekend ahead.  Someone can beat you later.  Mark was a bit on the short side at 5'4" although that still put him above Amber's 5'2".  I was the tallest in our group at an even six feet. 

 Also with us were Erica, one of Amber's closest friends who was five and a half feet with short brown hair.  She was a bit on the chubby side but not heavily so.  Sitting beside her was another of Amber's friends, Rose.  Thin with her blond hair tied in a long braid and blue eyed she stood just an inch shorter than Erica meaning she was still taller than Mark if only barely.  And finally Sally and her husband Brad.  Sally and Brad were the exact same height at 5'8" although they couldn't be more different otherwise.  She was on the heavy side with long black hair and and dark eyes while he was thin with red hair and green eyes.  Brad tended to be a bit on the quiet side while Sally was loud to say the least.  

Although she was silent right now.  Until I heard the loud buzzing that I realized was her snoring.  I smothered a laugh realizing she'd fallen asleep.  She and Amber had been competing to see who could drink the most so I guess it wasn't surprising.  

"Why don't you go and rest on the couch?"  Amber's voice brought me back briefly to reality.  "You look almost as out of it as Sally.  We'll see if anyone forgot anything in the morning and if so grab it before we head out."  Hearing another loud snore from Sally, Amber smiled wider.  "Okay, maybe we'll see in the afternoon."  

I couldn't argue with this.  As I got up from the table I nearly stumbled.  Clearly I was even more drunk than I'd realized.  I slowly meandered to the house and finally got myself into the living room.  I reached towards the couch and I think I felt the comforting feel of a pillow before blacking out.  Tomorrow then.  And not so much to drink.  

When I woke up my head was pounding.   I remembered drinking the night before but had I really had that much?  Opening my eyes I realized it was completely dark.  I must not have slept as long as I'd expected.  Rubbing my eyes I reached around for a lamp or the edge of the couch before realing that I wasn't feeling anything.  In fact I didn't feel anything on me.  I know I was wearing clothes.  Where the heck had they gone.  Was someone playing a prank on me?

If so this was one crazy prank.  I slowly crawled forward realizing that they had to have moved me too.  There was just too much space.  I finally decided to stand up and bumped my head against some sort of thick cloth.  I realized it felt the same as whatever I was standing on as well.  This was just getting weirder.  In fact my stomach dropped a little as my nerves started rising.

I continued to be confused when I heard a sound like a large heavy object hitting the ground in the distance.  This was followed almost instantly by the same sound but closer.  Between the darkness and the disorientation not to mention not really knowing what I was hearing I couldn't really guess how close it was as the sound repeated itself a few more times clearly nearing my position quickly.  It then become softer although still noticable as if the object was now landing on something that was cushioning it's impact somewhat.  

The impacts stopped suddenly when it felt like they were almost adjacent to wherever I was.  I tried once more to figure out what was going on when the ground jolted wildly.  I'd felt some pretty big quakes in my life but none of them were as sharp and brutal as this one as it sent me up in the air briefly although not very long as I hit that strange cloth ceiling once more before bouncing into the ground.  It was probably lucky that this cushioning was around as I'd hate to think of what would've happened if I'd been on a harder surface.

But the quake if that was what it was ended almost immediately.  The ground must've collapsed as I was holding onto the weird fabric to prevent myself from falling as instead of being almost level the floor was leaning at an extremely steep angle.  

Then I heard another sound.  A loud one.  But this one was strangest of all.  It almost sounded like a woman except it was loud indistinct roar from far above.  I didn't even get to think about this latest development as the ground tilted again, this time in the opposite direction.  I grabbed onto the wall or floor or whatever it was I was holding onto tightly as it felt like the entire location I was in was somehow rising.  Then it felt like somehow the whole region was sliding downwards as it rose before I definitely could feel that wherever I was was falling once more.  I got a brief glimpse of something.  An opening perhaps?  I couldn't be sure as it was quite a distance away but I saw something massive and an oddly familiar shade of blue through it before I was knocked to my knees as I hit whatever was below me.  The fall hadn't been far fortunately and other than some minor aches that I was sure I'd recover from quickly, I seemed to be okay.  

And finally I had light as I watched the ceiling I was in rise up.  I was in a strange white cave but I could see stains of yellow in some locations.  Which was crazy enough as it was.  But even weirder were four long objects that were sliding along the top of the cave.  Which made no sense.  Because each was covered in skin, very slightly tanned as if they'd been out in the sun a bit.  My brain refused to acknowledge the truth that I was staring at.  As each of the four objects was vastly longer than I was tall.  You could put eight of me together standing on each other's shoulders and still be short of the length of these.  And each was covered on one side by a hard clear shield that extended ever so slightly from them.  

I had to be dreaming.  This was not reality.  My cave suddenly twisted once more and in my state of shock I forgot to hold on.  I was sliding and then falling, bouncing and rolling down the white walls until I fell through some sort of opening and continued with a short free fall until I landed on something else.  This time not made of fabric.  

I slowly got up, feeling the ground I was standing on shaking ever so slightly.  It was giving off heat.  And was same color as the four massive objects I'd seen just seconds ago.  Slightly tanned.  Flesh.  I was standing on flesh.  But flesh that extended hundreds of feet in length in front of me.  To my left it seemed to curve until it went down somewhere out of sight.  To my right maybe twenty or thirty feet away was a blue fabric that I realized was what I'd seen earlier in the cave.  Blue but covered in white winding patterns that ended in flower designs bigger than I was.  And behind me both the flesh and blue fabric curved down just like it did to my left. 

 
"Eww."  That feminine voice I'd heard earlier rumbled even louder.  And it was definitely female.  And I realized familiar just like the blue fabric was.  I looked up at an arm that was much larger than most houses as it held the object I'd been in up til this point.  The object I now realized was my own underwear.  

"Seriously, one of you guys is disgusting."  That voice rumbled from above like I imagined some god would do.  Or in this case goddess.  Except as I turned I knew I wasn't going to be looking at an actual god.  I found myself staring at a familiar face indeed.  With short brown hair.   Or it would've been short once upon a time.  Now I could probably treat each hair as a rope.  Two brown eyes were fixated on my underwear, nose wrinkled in clear annoyance.  

Erica's nose.  And I was on Erica's right leg which was hanging out of a slit on her blue dress.  And I was in Amber's living room at maybe a quarter of an inch tall.  And if I didn't figure out a way to get Erica's attention soon I suspected my life expectancy was going to be even shorter than my height.  

Clearing my brain of the shock I reminded myself that I was small.  Hell I was damn tiny.  But not invisible.  I just needed to be seen.  I probably couldn't be heard but I surely could be felt.  I started leaping up and down on Erica's leg.  People noticed ants and I was somewhat bigger than one of those so odds were in my favor.  For one thing I didn't look anything like a bug.

After just a few seconds of this Erica's leg twitched slightly.  To me it was like a major quake and I fell prone.  But I apparently had her attention.  Looking up though I didn't see her looking down at me.  But five massive pillars were coming down towards me.  

I started running, realizing Erica was going to scratch the itch.  If she saw me at all it would be as a broken thing caught in her fingernails.  I made it maybe a few steps before one of the fingers slammed into the ground in front of me.  I tried veering to the side but it quickly slid down her leg and slammed into me.

Luck?  Fate?  The universe wanting to prolong my misery?  Somehow instead of falling under the finger I ended up pressed against it as it quickly resolved what was irritating Erica.  I squeezed against it as tightly as I could as falling off meant instead of riding along with it that I would be crushed under it like what was almost certainly intended.  

Then it started rising up into the sky.  The air pressing against me caused me to feel like i was going to lose my grip and I resisted the urge to look down as I was sure I was far higher already than I'd been when Erica had grabbed my underwear.  The fingers started curling inwards fortunately and instead of holding onto a wall I found myself gripping a floor.  

I started slowly crawling further up the finger wanting to be away from the edge as I heard another loud noise.  I then noticed that I was still rising up and looking around could see the blue of Erica's dress.  She was standing up.  

Loud steady thumping sounds came from far below that I now recognized as Erica's shoes hitting the ground.  Turning I watched as we exited the living room where I'd fallen asleep and entered the kitchen.  The thumps became louder cracking noises as the heels hit the tile floor instead of rug.   We quickly came to the door and Erica stopped briefly.

I had just a second to realize what was happening the ground started flipping sideways.  Knowing what was coming I looked down and saw the massive surface of another of Erica's fingers below.  Seeing how the part I was hanging on was almost certainly heading to press me between it and a door knob the risk was worth it as I let go.

My aim was indeed good and while the fall was far enough that I would feel it it wasn't so far that I was going to recieve anything worse than some bruising.  The problem was the ground was turning again as Erica turned the knob.  I held on quite literally for life and adding to my problem was that I was now on the outside of her finger instead of inside.  Erica's hand wasn't going to curl in such a way that I could rest for a bit.   

A wave of heat hit me as Erica went outside.  It was going to be over a hundred today.  I remembered that.  And it apparently was already well on it's way to reaching that.  I continued to cling tightly as she walked but my grip was slowly weakening.  Her hand then jerked suddenly and I found myself flying.  The wind blew against me and I had to close my eyes from it's force until I impacted against something soft.  It hurt still.  But maybe due to the material.  Maybe because at my size impacts weren't quite as intense.  Either way I was alive.  

Something massive fell from above landing not far from where I was knocking me down once more as the entire terrain shifted.  I looked up to see Erica's face far above.  Unfortunately she wasn't looking down and quickly turned away and the loud clacking of her heels soon receeded from my perception.

I could still feel the heat beating on me although not as bad as before.   Looking around I realized I was standing on a cloth material that was black with various colored lines cutting across it.  It seemed to be on top of another much bigger gray object.  And not far from me was the item that Erica had almost killed me with.  A massive black thing that I couldn't even see across it's entire length.  My own pants.  

Erica had tossed me into the laundry basket that Amber kept outside.  Smooth white walls extended above me in all directions.  I was in deep trouble.  They were leaving today.  I only lived a few blocks away and had walked here.  So they didn't even have the presence of my car to realize that I hadn't left.  Hell, they probably would think I went home to get something and was going to meet up later.

I sat there thinking about the fact I was literally going to die of dehydration in a laundry basket of all things.  Between the fear and the heat and everything else I zoned out a bit losing track of time.  Huddled up I wasn't paying attention to the various giants moving around in the world outside my prison.  I probably should have as a shadow covered me and I barely had a chance to look up and see an enormous hand reaching down.  

There wasn't even time to try and react as the hand slammed down on me trapping me between it's surface and that of the clothing below me.  I could barely move as strength beyond anything I could even begin to muster held me in place.  Then I was dropped a short distance and bounced down the black surface a bit before I could gather my bearings.

Where I could see Amber.  Tiny little Amber who barely stood up to my shoulders.  Wearing a pink t-shirt shirt with a silly cartoon unicorn on it.  Who had just nearly crushed me without even realizing it.  It hammered home more than anything so far about my situation.  I watched as she lifted up a lid that seemed like an entire city block could be sat upon it.  She then turned back to me and her hand reached down grabbing the object on which I stood.  This time from a point not near me and I was sent tumbling off of it as she lifted it into the sky.  

As my back hit something hard I realized in this case it was probably good that I'd fallen off of it as I watched Amber toss what I could see was a bathing suit top into the washing machine.  If I'd still been on it I would've been drowned when she turned it on.  As it was I was now on top of the dryer.  Which meant I had one more chance.  When Amber came to dry the bathing suit I could get her attention.