You And I

001 - Ignorance

My eyes shut, blissful in darkness, my head hammered in rhythmic pain. Cracks of light had poured into my room from the window, I had assumed. My bare back had rested against a hard, wooden surface.

Odd.

I fell asleep on my bed.. With some hot guy.. One night stand type of thing.

It was on a shitty apartment, too. There's no such thing as 'wood floors' in low end neighborhoods.

Whatever, maybe a friend came by and scooped me up from my peril and took me home.. Or their home. God knows.

Sucks they didn't have the decency to put me on a bed, or a couch or something.

But, I dismissed the thoughts of greed, and stretched my arms out in the air. Only in my sports bra, and black spandex shorts. I smacked my lips, rubbed my eyes, and welcoming the world around me as I opened them.

What I didn't expect was being in a completely different room, that was in itself a buh-gillion times bigger than me. My heart leaped in my throat, and I shot up into a sitting position. For some reason, the only thought that came to mind, was that I was still dreaming.

Of course! This is all fake, it mustn't be real! It's some sick, fucked up reality my mind came up with, and--

An idea struck me.

I thought that..

I should put it to the test!
I thought that, if this isn't real? I have nothing to fear!

I got up, and walked over to the edge of the counter top I was on.. Well, it looked more like a desk to me. Looking around, I noticed I was standing right beside a Coke can. "What the fuck? How is this shit taller than me?" I grumbled out, punching the metal can to the best of my ability, but it didn't appreciate that and to counter my assault it had split my knuckles open, my hand began to throb in pain. This, obviously, irritated me, and lil' ol me decided to kick the life out of this can. If anything it put a small, hardly noticeable dent in the calories label, and allowed me to lose my footing on the edge of the desk. Where my life, more or less, hung in balance.

Puns. Haha.

My weight shifted backwards, I wobbled to and fro to secure myself, or at least try to, and I had fallen off the desk as I lost my footing completely, no such good luck for m I suppose.
I began plummeting to my demise 100 feet below me.

Or, so I thought.

To make humor out of my inevitable death, I thought I could make this a fun experience.

"I CAN FLY! I CAN FLY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, flailing my arms around; pretending to be a bird; a damn penguin.

I thought back to the events of last night.
The choice I made were not smart, fucking a magician wasn't smart.
This bastard probably drugged me. Damn him and his card tricks; he was able to woo me into bed.
God dammit.

But then, I had realized it.. when it struck me.
This was real.
I was as big as a soda can.
I can't even fly.
And I'm going to die.

Then, I had smacked face first into something warm and soft, almost... Fleshy. Well, it may be shits and giggles and funny and dandy, but landing face first meant my nose had taken a gnarly blow upon impact. I felt dark, crimson colored, metallic liquid stream out of my right nostril, filling my mouth and dripping onto this flesh bed...

Flesh bed?

Oh fuck!

I sat up, and saw I was on a palm.. A human palm..