*finally i reach the top of the pillow. The climb was long, and so is this voyage, but its worth it. Before me the vision of absolute beauty. My entire field of vision is filled by her beautiful face. Sleeping peacefully i can see. I hate to wake her, and i could just sit on this pillow all day admiring her beauty. However it is dangerous being so close to a sleeping goddess. One false move and i'm a stain on her pillow. So onward i treck towards her. My final destination being her ear, so I can safely wake her up. I see a few strands of her firey red hair cascading down over her face and think, "Perfect". I grab hold and begin to climb up, using the hair as leverage. Her soft skin gives way below my feet as i ascend. The hair i chose happens to lay across her beautiful lips. It was to late to change, so I decided to risk it and climb over them. I reach out my hand and touch their softness. She such a gentle soul, and I know she'd never hurt me. But knowing the cavern of danger that lays just behind those lips gives me a slight chill.
Suddenly she yawns in her sleep and I find myself falling in. Still holding onto the hair im now suspended inside of her open mouth. Like a cave diver, i look down into the abyss and gulp. Quickly I climb up the hair, i need to get out before she closes her mouth and I'm trapped inside. I climb as fast as I can, and almost in slo motion her mouth begins to close. "shit, shit shit shit" i say as i climb faster. Her teeth, the hard falls of my demise, are closing fast. Somehow Im able to speed my way up her hair and get just on the other side of there teeth as they close shut. My relief is short lived however, because her lips close down around me. Pinning me between mountains of soft, pink flesh. Still having a grip on her hair strand I struggle, squeeze, and pull myself out of the confines of her lips. Finally Free I restart my climb to her ear. A slight bit of panic in my heart, but also excitement. Sometimes being tiny can be an adrenaline rush. Finally I reach her ear and tuck myself right in her ear lobe, next to the opening. I take a moment to regain my composure, and catch my breath. Finally I get up and walk towards the opening to her ear and begin to quitetly talk. "Morgan....Mooorgan..." I say, hoping she wakes up. *
*Her eyes fluttered awake as she drifted out of sleep and back into the real world. The faintest sound of what sounded like her name pulling her out from her slumber. Her first instinct was to jerk up and call out to who was calling her, but quickly she stopped herself from doing that. She knew what was going on. Her little man had gone exploring while she was asleep and was now sitting in her ear lobe. This wasn't the first time, nor the last time, she knew. She didn't like it when he did that because she knew it was dangerous. She would have to give him a little scolding later for it. But for now, she wants to say good morning to the brave mountain climber**Slowly and carefully she raises herself up to a seated position, being very conscoius of the tiny man riding her ear. She takes her finger and bring it up to where he is, offering it as a ride down from the mountain. She feels his tiny feet and hands as he crawls down and grabs tightly with his whole body to her fingertip. He gives her a little tap and she knows hes secure and she can move her hand again. It was a trick they had learned early in their relationship, and he had definitally taken his fair share of falls. She brings her finger down and places it gently onto the palm of her other hand, and he rolls himself off, landing on the soft expanse of her palm. "Good morning, my love!!" he screams up at her. *She smiles at his tiny frame, no bigger than a kernel of popcorn, just sitting in the palm of her hand. How could something so small make such an impact on her? She giggles
"Good morning trouble maker. Did you enjoy your midnight adventures?" he laughs "Of course I did. I will always take the opportunity to climb Mt. Morgan. How could i resist?" looking up at her from the palm of her hand he feels the radiance of her beauty and power all hit him. He thought he'd get used to it, but he hasn't. A literal goddess has him in the palm of her hand. He was completely at her mercy, and under different circumstances this wouldn't be a pleasant situation at all. (flashes of past abuse from meaner goddesses hit him) But here he knows that he is safe, and he is loved
She looks at him with a bit of stern in her voice"you know I hate when you do that? It's dangerous. I would have crushed you, or worse......."he feels guilty for making her worry again. He knows its dangerous, but sometimes he needs an adventure
"I....I..im sorry love. I just...wanted to suprise you awake. It's the only way I can...."she sees him getting a little upset and quickly shh's him. She raises her palm up to her face and without saying a word, places a soft and loving kiss right on top of him
he felt her hand raise as the sound of her shh ended. Looking he sees her beautiful lips coming closer and closer to him. He lays on his back and prepares to embrace the soft, perfect skin of her lips. Pressing him against her palm, he feels the warmth, and gentlness of her. He closes his eyes, and knows he's home
He sat and watched from the rim of the plate he was perched on the ledge of. The ceramic slightly chilling his body underneath him. He watched as she puttered about the kitchen, preparing for her day. It was one of his favorite things about being so tiny. Watching her move so gracefully was a thing of absolute beauty. This being, larger than a skyscraper, powerful enough to destroy him with barely a thought, was just dancing around her kitchen, lovingly talking about her day, what her plan are, what he was going to do. He leaned back and sighed a little happy sigh. She heard it and looked right at him, and it still hit him. He made her move, this goddess moved because of something his tiny self did. "are you ok, little guy" she asked with a hint of concernhe smiled"oh, im fine baby. Just admiring your beauty. That was a happy sigh."
She rolled her eyes. He's so silly, she thought to her self. A happy sigh, what even is that? She continued getting ready for her morning. She was making some food for her lunch and packing up her purse. She always had an eye on him tho. She wanted to make sure he was safe. He was so tiny, just.....so tiny. The fact that he had even found him was amazing. She could have easily stepped on him and never even had known. She picked up a small strawberry and placed it in front of him.
"breakfast time" she giggled
He laughed to himself.
"Morgan, thats not going to be enough" he said, bursting out laughing. The strawberry was the size of a house to him, literally. He could hollow out a part of it and live inside if he wanted to. But...he was hungry, so instead he grabbed a chunk of it and dug in. He loved strawberries. They were just hard enough, and juicy enough, for him to be able to eat them without to much help.
she giggled
He always made her laugh. No matter what situation he was able to find some kind of humor in it, or at least find a way to make her forget about it with some humor. That's what she loved the most about him. His sense of humor, despite the situation. The imagines what it must be like for him, so tiny. So helpless. He told her stories of the times before she found him, and it gives her the chills. Sometimes she feels like he isn't telling her all of it tho, But she doesnt want to dig to deep into his dark times, because she can just tell that he doesn't want to go there.
She pulled out a bowl and packed herself a morning dab. After heating it up she placed it close to him so he could take a tiny puff of it before she cleared out the rest. He was always amazed at how much smoke she could take. He coughs until his eyes are red and his body is tingling
"Ok little guy, I have to go to work. Will you be ok on the table. Your globe is right on the other side"
He looked over to see his house, a hallow sno globe with a miniture world made just for him, by her, waiting.
"Ill be just fine morgan, you go. Have fun at work"
She leaned down and placed her lips ontop of him, pressing him into the plate. As she raised up he felt himself stuck to her lipstick. She giggled and plucked him off with her fingers ever so lightly, and placed him down on the table again. Then she was off, the mountain of a woman named morgan, floating gracefully away from him. He took in the sight for one last second before she closed the door, and then he was alone....again.
"Table Six!!
The sounds of the bustling restaurant filled the air. The diners all voraciously eating their food. As she walked thru the dining area, snippets of conversations would enter her ears.
Pretty typical diner talk. The businessmen talking business, families talking about their plans for the day, groups of elderly women acting a fool like they were still their rambunctious
teenage selfs. It was a very popular place in town.
Morgan arrived at table six and places down the plates of hot food. Two women sit in this booth. Both of whom seem to be fairly well put together. Business professional would be the
words used to describe their attire. They both gave her a slight nod as they didn't bother to stop their conversation when she arrived. She stood there for a second to see if they would
give her the opportunity to ask if they needed anything else, but they kept on talking, as if she wasn't even there. Finally one of them blinked a few times and turned her head towards
Morgan.
"Can we help you?"
Thats when she saw him. She hadn't noticed when she had taken these ladies orders earlier. It was the rush, there's barley time to think, let alone notice small details. There he was, however.
Dangling helplessly, inside a very small cage, attached as an earring to this womans ear. He was curled up in a ball, naked, and looked to be lifeless. Morgan's eyes widened, he mouth began to open in
utter disbelief, but she quickly closed it.
"D….do..do you want anything else ladies?" She asked, her eyes still fixed on the tiny man trapped in a cold cage, being used as a mer fashion accessory to this woman.
The woman shook her head no, and in doing so, the cage swung back and forth violently, slamming the tiny being into the sides of his prison. She turned her head back to her friend and
continued her conversation. Not showing any interest, or concern, in the well being of her captive. He collapses in a pile of bruises and coughs.
Morgan gasps, and then quickly runs into the back room and to the employee bathroom. She sits on the toilet seat and tries her hardest to hold back her tears. She had heard the stories from Joe.
The cruelty, the torture, the utter disregard of the value of tines lives. She had never seen it up close tho. She took deep breaths. She wished joe was here to comfort her. He always knows the
right things to say. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom and returned to work mode.
She kept her eye on the woman and her prisoner. How could she be so callus, so evil. He was a tiny being. Finally it came time for them to pay their check and leave. As the woman walked past
Morgan, the cage fell. It landed right next to her foot as she walked, narrowly missing stepping on it. Morgan had stacks of hot food in her hand, but she stopped and looked back at the tiny cage, Laying
Motionless on the floor.
"That thing keeps on fucking breaking, Jessica. Just throw it away already." The womans friend said as she noticed her friend going back to pick up her ear ring. "You can just get a new one"
Jessica stood back up.
"You're right. Lets go shopping later, yea"
Jessica foot raised and she hovered it over the cage. Morgan gasped, the plates beginning to burn her arm. Without even a shred of emotion, Jessica's foot came down and turned the cage into a execution device.
Gone, under her foot. She pulls out a napkin from her purse and picks up the cage, whips the floor, tosses the cage in the nearest garbage and walks out of the restaurant.
Morgan is in shock. The plates she's holding fall to the floor and the entire restaurant stops and looks at her. Tears fill her eyes and she runs out, gets in her car, and speed away. Headed to her house,
to her tiny.
After what seemed to be a 10 or so minute walk across the vast expanse of her dining room table, he finally made to his habitat. It really was a crafty little thing.
Morgan was very creative and had put a ton of effort into it. In reality, it was a cheap snow globe. It wasn't even made out of glass. That fact, however, made it easier for her to make it into a habitat. She had cut a large circular hole out of the top of it so that air could flow. She had then placed some dirt at the bottom and adds some moss to make a small, green field. With toothpicks and some cloth, she had painstakingly built him a shelter. Complete with walls, a roof, and even a door flap so he could go inside and have some privacy. Inside his shelter she had a small bed that she had made by taking a cotton ball and sewing it inside some soft fabric. It as still a huge bed for him, even tho it was barley over an inch wide. She added a few decorative, small plants and flowers over the course of time. It really had become a thing of beauty.
He climbed up the small ladder she had built, and made his way thru the portal opening. Looking around his space he felt happy, but also conflicted as well.
Walking around it, seeing all of the effort morgan had put into his own comfort made him so happy. But when he reached the edge and put his hand on the clear plastic wall, he couldn't help but feel like a captive. Yes he could walk out of his house anytime, it wasn't a prison cell. However, he knew, deep down, that he couldn't leave. This was now home, forever. Morgan was an amazing soul, and he felt like he could trust her with his life. The feeling of dread couldn't help but catch up to him tho. He was tiny, useless and sometimes, in his mind, a burden to her. He takes his hand off of the wall, walks over to his house, goes inside and lays down for a nap. His head swimming with thoughts.
The sound of a car tire slightly skidding to a haut woke him from his slumber. He heard a car door open and slam shut. Confused he sat up in bed. Morgan was supposed to be at work. The sound of hurried footsteps arrive at her front door. He can hear her fumbling with her keys as she desperately tries to unlock the door. Something must be wrong.
Tears running down her face, she drops her keys on the ground while trying to find the right one for the door. Franticly she picks them up, and with shaking hands she finds the right key, opens the door and rushes inside.
"Joe!……joe!…" she cries out desperately. Searching the table for her tiny she goes into a panic. She can't find him. He is always right here waiting for her when she gets home from work. "No, no no no no no", she cries out thru sobs. Getting on all fours she begins to search the ground underneath the table. She's in a full panic mode now and is absolutely beside herself. She breaks down, sits up and wraps her arms around her knees as she pulls them into her chest. Crying uncontrollably.
Hearing all of this commotion, Joe leaps out of bed and rushes out of his shelter. He sees Morgan franticly looking for him. He tries to call out but he knows she wont be able to hear him unless she stops being so loud. He climbs out of his habitat and heads across the table. He can see the top of her head rocking back and forth as she cries into her folded arms. He goes into a full sprint, arriving right at the edge of the table as fast as he can
"Morgan!!!" he cries out to her, hoping she'll hear him thru her cries.
She turns her head and looks up, seeing Joe standing at the edge of the table, looking down at her. A feeling of relief and joy washes over her. She sits up on her knees and brings her face to the edge of the table. She wipes her tears away and regains her composure.
"……Joe….I…." she stammers her words. She wants to tell him what she saw today. The cruelty of that horrible woman. But she just cant get the words out
Looking out from the edge of the table at Morgans face taking up his entire vision, he felt her emotions in the air. He knew something had happened. Something bad. Knowing the world that's outside of those wall, he could come up with a pretty good guess. She never came home from work unannounced. She would call the house phone and leave a message, knowing he could hear her leaving the message. Sometimes she would just call to say cute things, or funny stories while she's was on break. It was the only way she had of communication with him while she was away. He couldn't respond, but it was something. So her just showing up wasn't, by any means, normal.
"Morgan, It's ok. Everything is fine. Look, I'm here. Safe and sound and happy" He walked to the edge of the table where her quivering lips where. Reaching out with his hand he places it on the bottom lip lovingly.
When she feels the light touch of his hand, her whole body relaxes. The tension dissipates and she's able to breath. She backs up and smile as him, wiping away the smears of make up from her eyes. She sits back from the table and looks at her tiny man standing like a explorer on the edge of a cliff.
"You always know what to say, don't you?" she says.
"I've got a way with words"