"Um, Emily." You answer, actually scuffing your feet against your mother's fur. "When you brought your finger towards me first thing, I was rather alarmed but that was more to do with knowing it was a lot heavier than me and was coming quite fast."
"Fast?" She seemed incredulous. "I was taking my time." You put a hand on your chest as you think that if she was taking her time what would she have considered fast.
"But when you said 'good morning' to me," You continue, "I was somewhat reassured but then I was more awestruck by how vast you are." You spread your arms as you say this. Emily now smiles embarrassingly.
"We can continue sorting this out later." Mother says. "Right now your breakfast's getting cold." She turns about and carries you to the table, Emily following closely behind. "Now don't worry about the size of everything." She tells you as she sets you down about twelve miles away from her plate. "We've been giving you the right sort of crumbs for years." You espy a dinette set about a mile away and make for it. As you progress your mother starts lowering a syringe of sorts onto her plate and then moving it over the dinette set before depositing microscopic (to her) crumbs of her own breakfast for you to dig in to. Emily sits down adjacent to her, the both of them looming over your tiny place on the table. As you sit down the syringe descends to your place again, you cringe as it squirts a drop of tea into a tiny mug just right for you.
"Mom," You ask, "You mean to say that I've been this small all my life?"
"Of course, honey." She replies. "And I'd be quite happy to help you regain understanding of what it's like living amongst us *teehee* giants." Her tone was mildly cheeky, causing you to blush as you consider this.
"Mommy," Emily asks, "Suppose Alice really is from a different world? Suppose the Alice we've known is now living her life?" These words strike home for you. You think about an alternative version of yourself waking up somewhere that gives her more independence but also a lot more responsibility. You just have to cope with everyone being humongous, she'd have to cope with a multitude of chores and suchlike.
You think about how more awkward it would be if you had to deal with dad at this time; you strain to imagine an anthropomorphic male skunk sitting across from your mother on an even bigger scale. Fortunately you recall that...
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