Heather was scared as she stood on the palm of his husband's hand, which to her was about the size of a basketball court. She looked up at Nick's face which now completely filled his field of vision. At least the shrinking stopped, she thought to herself, for now.
"HEATHER HONEY, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?" Nick's voice was now as loud as thunder to Heather's tiny ears. Heather softly chuckled. Other than the fact that I'm the size of an ant, I feel fine. She jumped up and down. Her titanic husband interpreted this as a yes.
Nick's eyes darted around the bedroom, and then turned back to Heather. He wished that this is a nightmare, but he realized this wasn't. The first order of business is to find someplace safe to put Heather, he thought.
He turned back to Heather. "HONEY, I WANT TO PLACE YOU BACK ON THE BED.. IS THAT OK?" He saw his insect-size bride move her arms from side to side. "IS THAT A NO?" he asked. Heather jumped in agreement.
At least we established a form of communication. Where should I put her?
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