I awoke with a scream, and sat up in my miniature bed. I was alive. I was still in Shannon's room, and her enormous body was standing in front of me, looking down at me on the nightstand. Her hands were reached out towards me, and she was grasping my tiny body.

"No!" I shouted at her. "Get away from me!"

"Relax, relax!" she said in a very soothing voice, "I'm just removing the tape."

Her fingers wrapped around me, and unfastened the restraining strip of tape.

"Please, don't eat me!" I begged her, still in a daze of both drowsiness and horror.

"Eat you?" she said with a laugh, as she crumpled up the loose tape. I just lay in fear, staring up at her.

"You must have had a bad dream," she guessed.

I didn't answer, and continued to catch my breath. I looked down at myself and noticed my clothes were drenched in sweat. A dream, I thought, thank God.

"I heard you making noises in your sleep," she explained, "and decided I had better untie you before I leave." Her change in mood from last night confused me.

"So, you're not mad anymore?" I asked her.

"Well, I think I may have overreacted," she admitted, "I was very tired and I got carried away. So, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I'm sorry too" I told her, "I shouldn't have... done what I was doing."

"Well, it was very shocking at the time," she said, "I guess we both weren't thinking clearly last night."

"Yes," I agreed, "definitely."

She was now dressed in another suit, which fit her slim figure even better than the last, and her long blonde hair was down. God, she was so beautiful, I thought. As I stared up at her, she glanced at her alarm clock.

"Oh no, I'm going to be so late for work," she told me.

"Are you still able to take me back to the lab?" I asked.

"Oh, no," she told me, "I don't have time. Just hang out here for the day, I'll be back later."

She picked me up in her hands and carried me down the hall, to the living room.

"But what about my team?" I asked. "Aren't they expecting me back?"

"I'll call them on my way to work, and tell them you need a while longer with me," she decided, as she set me down on her enormous couch.

"I'm sorry about this," she said. "I'm late enough already, but here, I'll get some movies ready for when I'm gone." She jumped to the television. This was happening very fast, and I wasn't sure how to react.

"Oh, okay," I said, "but you can just leave me the remote and I can watch TV."

"No, my cable doesn't work," she told me, "I'll just put some DVDs in the machine."

She prepared the discs, and ran towards the door.

"I'll be home later," she announced, "make yourself at home."

Her apartment door slammed, and I heard her high heels fade in the distance down the hall.

I now had nothing to do now but relax. I sat back, and began watching the first movie.

She really was nice, I thought to myself. Maybe I still have a chance with her, I wondered. I just can't pull anymore stunts like last night.

As I sat on her massive, cushy sofa and watched the film on her giant screen, I realized I was really going to enjoy my day. The only thing missing that would make this perfect, would be some food, I thought. I realized she forgot to leave me something to eat. I guess I'll just wait until she gets home.

I was used to always having people around me, so when I was finally left alone, I realized what a burden my small height was. As I watched the second film, I noticed I had no way of getting down from the couch. I could jump, but it seemed so far down. I was trapped on this gigantic sofa, I realized. What if I had to go to the bathroom? I began looking around to find a means of getting down the floor, and noticed the enormous sofa pillow. If I could push it over the edge and have it placed below, I could jump off and land softly on top, making it to the floor unharmed. I walked over to the pillow and attempted to drag it across the couch, but my tiny hands were unable to find a grip.

That settles that, I thought to myself, I'm stuck up here on this sofa until she returns. I almost wished she had taken me back to the lab, but this change of environment was so great. When I considered the possibility of getting close to this girl, I became very unsure whether I wanted to leave or not. I concluded that I was happy she'd let me stay here for so long.

Hours pass.

By the time the third film had ended, I was starving. I was also utterly sick of watching movies. She's got to be back soon, I told myself.

Finally, I heard her footsteps, and she walked in through the door. She carried with her a bag from a fast food place. Excellent, I thought to myself. She dropped her purse on the table with a loud thud. She didn't look to be in the best mood as she walked over to the sofa, and sat her massive body down beside me. She really looked amazing in her black suit.

"Ugh, bad day," she said to me. She took out a half-eaten burger from the bag, she must have eaten the first half on the drive home. She took an enormous bite out of it, and as I watched her eat, I suddenly remembered last night's dream and shuddered. Then I remembered my hunger.

"Can I have some of that?" I asked, "I'm starving here."

"Oh, right," she said, breaking of a small piece of the bun and placed it beside me.

"Thanks," I said sincerely, as I picked it up and bit in.

"I guess there's a benefit of being so small," she explained, "you'll save a bundle on food."

"Very true," I said with a laugh.

I quickly scarfed down the piece of bun, and noticed I was still very hungry. I looked up at Shannon, and noticed she too had finished her enormous meal.

"Hey, uh," I began, "is there anything else in the bag?"

"Sorry, that was it," Shannon said, licking her gigantic fingers.

"Oh," I said, disappointed.

"Here," I heard her say, as she stuck her enormous forefinger in front of me. There was a few large crumbs submerged in a drop of ketchup on the end of her extended finger. I found this idea a little amusing.

"Eat off your finger?" I asked with a laugh.

"Well, are you in a position to turn it down?" Shannon asked me. I only looked up at her.

"I'm just kidding. But go ahead, it's fine," she assured me.

"Alright," I said, and inched closer to her enormous outstretched hand.

She continued to watch me as I reached into the drop of ketchup, and pulled out a large crumb.

As she watched me still, I took a bite, and she laughed at me.

"Sorry, this is very cute," she told me.

It was a little embarrassing, making me eat from the leftovers of her meal from her finger, but it still tasted great.

"Take more," she told me, "before I lick it all up."

I finished my crumb and collected a few more from her finger.

"Thanks," I told her.

"My pleasure," she said as she pulled away her hand, and licked the rest of her finger clean with one fell swoop of her enormous tongue.

She was about to sit up and walk to kitchen when I stopped her.

"Oh, wait!" I said.

"What?" She asked, looking down at me. I noticed her pretty face again. Even after a hard day at work, she was still as attractive as ever.

"Can you take me to the bathroom?" I asked. "I've been up here all day and couldn't get down."

"God, you sure are needy," she said to me, rolling her eyes.

I suddenly felt very bad, making her doing everything for me. She looked back down at me.

"I'm kidding, James," she told me, and I felt relief, "I have a weird sense of humor, you'll see."

She smiled, and picked me up in her hands. As she carried me to her bathroom, I remembered something.

"Oh, did you talk to the team about me staying here for a while longer?" I asked.

"Yup, talked to them this morning," she said. "Everything's fine."

I was excited. But again, I tried to hide it.

"Oh, cool," I told her, as she carried me high above her hardwood floor and down the hall.

"Plus," she said, "I don't want them to think I've kidnapped you." We laughed together as she walked into the bathroom.

She lowered me onto the counter next to the faucet, and left me for privacy. I decided to just go into the enormous sink, and then I noticed a tube of toothpaste sitting a few meters, or inches, away from me.

I really need a good brush, I realized.

I zipped up, and walked over across the counter to the toothpaste cap.

With a few vigorous turns with my tiny arms, I was able to remove the cap, and placed some paste in my mouth.

Using my tiny finger, I scrubbed my teeth as best as I could, and spit into the sink. I was in the middle of placing the cap back on the toothpaste tube when Shannon returned.

"Oh, you should have told me you wanted to brush," she said.

I continued to struggle with the massive toothpaste cap.

"Here, let me," Shannon said as she reached down her enormous thin hands.

"It's alright," I told her, "I almost have it."

"Sweetie," she said, gesturing me with her hands to move aside, "you barely have it on."

With one swift motion of both her gigantic hands, she slipped the cap back on with ease.

Damn, I thought to myself, even the easiest of everyday tasks seemed so difficult for me now.

"Come on," she said, cupping me in her hands and carrying me away down the hall.

She set me down on the table once again, took a seat, and leaned close to my tiny body.

"So, what do you want to do tonight?" she asked