Perhaps it wasn't the most intelligent plan in the world, but you needed to know what exactly was going on and where you were. In your mind this was the best way to go about that. Climbing the humongous girl to get her attention was no small feat, but it was better than ending up beneath her feet. So without a moments hesitation you sprinted forward; the battle for recognition had begun in full force.
Adrenaline kept you on your toes as you careened to the right of her shoe, pivoting on your own foot once clear of the landing zone. The loafer hit the ground with little force in the giants eyes, however in yours the impact may as well have been a volcanic eruption. A grandiose gust of wind escaping the bottom of her sole attempted to push you back. Standing your ground, you prepared to jump atop her (momentarily) stationary foot. Using all the leg strength you could muster to do a running leap onto the shoe, you managed to get a hold on the white mammoth just before it lifted off of the ground once more.
The pearly surface you glued yourself onto moved wildly fast; with no sign of stopping its alternative motions, your eyes searched frantically for where the colossus was headed. It was a good thing you weren't motion sick, otherwise looking around would end a lot worse. Finally your vision settled on her destination: A green reclining chair, next to which was an ornate coffee table. Altogether it was quite quaint.
Sitting on the green sofa, the titaness let out a brief sigh. Whether from exhaustion or in relaxation, you hadn't a clue. Then a loud noise desecrated your hearing, only to be followed by an incredibly odd sensation.
KLANGK!
Air rushed past you at an alarming speed. G-force acted violently against your miniature body, pushing you into the tongue of the loafer. Suddenly you lacked the foot at your back as you were sent skyward! Narrowly hitting the ceiling of the calm apartment before plummeting downward at a similar velocity, you tried to figure out what just happened. Wait... SHE RECLINED!? It seems that the angle at which you were launched was not 90 degrees, for you were now on a collision course with...
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