Scale Her Sofa

With the door shut safely to potential intruders, you wipe a bit of sweat off your brow. No chances of anyone barging in, or triggering her "shrink-security" system like you did.

When you think about it, the fact that you could still get in here at tiny size worries you a little. What if some creep sneaks into Katie's apartment after shrinking, without her hearing him? You resolve to talk her into buying an old-fashioned burglar alarm...

...Just as soon as you actually make contact with said girlfriend.

Her rug spreads out like a football field; and the legs of the glass coffee table stretch up like great redwoods. All those familiar features of her cozy entrance are magnified several times over; every little floor dent and clothing thread clearly visible. You sigh to yourself. What a great birthday surprise: a bite-sized boyfriend.

Clearly, you're not going to be seeing eye-to-eye with her on the floor. Best-case-scenario, your unaware host won't even notice you crawling beneath her. Worst-case scenario, she'll think you're a gross little bug. Either way, you'll become a pancake beneath the birthday girl... unless you gain some altitude.

A little dash away, there's a sofa made of imitation leather, stretching into the heavens. The surface has a few slight imperfections; and it recedes easily in your grasp, making it perfect for climbing to safety. You ascend the furniture, twig-like limbs traversing the dark barrier.

It's not a little exhausting. The top is hard to see, and your progress is slow. But looking down only makes you dizzy; the distant carpet's pattern twirling before your eyes. You distract yourself by thinking about the good times you had in this sofa. Cuddling with your girlfriend, in her warm embrace, not a care in the world... It wasn't that long ago. But now that you're barely a speck, and that old sofa's a mountain, it seems like a faraway dream.

Finally, you make your way into a seat; hoisting yourself right into the snug imprint of your lover's bulbous backside. You rest on your stomach, panting in the stagnant air. After all, you just pushed a massive door shut; ran all the way to the couch; and played Spider-Man. Your poor body needs time to catch its breath, and regain its bearings.

From your arial view, the apartment is no less daunting. It's a long descent to the soft floor, which stretches out in rolling fields. To make it across to the platform of the coffee table, you'd need to be a champion pole vaulter. Doorknobs, lamps, light switches; they all hang far beyond your reach, made for behemoths who stand hundreds of feet high. Very humbling, to see it from this diminished perspective.

Now, if you scurried up that armrest, or the back, you might be able to get Katie's attention once she's back. All you need is a few more moments to recover...

...*stomp*

...*stoMP*

...*sssssTOOOMMMMP!*

Unfortunately, fate can't afford you even those seconds.

A set of slow, quaking slams knock the wind out of your tiny lungs. Even if you had the strength to move, you would be frozen in terror. In the outside window's light, a shadow veers around the corner; a feminine silhouette on the walls, growing ever longer and larger...

Your gigantic girlfriend, Katie, is back already! She swings open the door to her room. Her sheer size is breathtaking; almost majestic, in how effortlessly she traverses the apartment realm. Faster than you can react, she's moving towards your spot on the couch. And it doesn't look like she's seen you...