You wake up inside her, and think

I wake up in what is most likely in the middle of the night. I can hear the girl's snores and breaths as well as feel them in the walls around me. Her milk remains, but it is at a lower level than when you went to sleep: is near gone.

Then, I remember how weird is the current situation I find myself in; shrunk down after a weird dream to a truly tiny size, only to then be caught and put inside a girl's breast to serve as a "pet". Yet, I don't feel as bad for being here. The girl ended up being nice and gentle...and beautiful indeed. I blush again at both the thought of her face and the size of her chest: you can easily believe that, if you had encountered her at your original size, her chest would be the first thing to draw your attention to.

I let those thoughts disappear from my mind, and let others take their place: what did happen? how did this happen? Can I come back to normal? These questions are the ones I can make in my mind, but with the information at my disposal, there is no answer other than "magic" and stuff like that. Given my current predicament, to believe in the truth of magic is not as far fetch as I normally would consider.

I let this question for later: now, what to do in the meanwhile? On one hand, I could try to get out from here. The girl might be nice and gentle, yet being able to walk out of her body is something I would like to do. Besides, I could learn many interesting things from the experience of sneaking out of a giantess.

On the other hand, I could simply sleep, and wait for her to wake up. I could then chat with her, and you know, have fun. Perhaps some other things as well.