"Oh, my head?" moaned the recumbant Matt. He opened his eyes to blink and then stare at me. I was a few inches tall, and only a foot from him. I'd fled from the safety of the bed as the drunken giant's foot expanded and flipped the bed over. His other foot had plowed through the living room wall. Unconscious Matt had lain between the two huge feet. I was staring up watching the giant telescope higher and higher. I pretty much had forgotten about Matt.
Suddenly, strong tree trunk thick fingers closed around me, and hoisted me into the air.
"Looky what I found! A tiny ex boyfr--oof" shouted Matt. The air was knocked out of him by giant fingers wrapping around him.
A thunderous voice echoed, "LOOKY WHAT I FOUND!!"
Matt twisted in the giant's grip to turn to see what had grabbed him. He screamed in horror, "Mitch! What a-a-a-re you doing?"
"HEEE HEEE," laughed the giant Mitch, "GUESS, I GET THE LAST LAUGH, LOVER BOY." The giant was Matt's ex? I smiled with glee, forgetting my own predicament, until Matt's grip started to loosen, and I realized that at my size, the fall from Mitch's giant hand would be like jumping out of a an airplane without a chute. I grabbed hold of Matt's thumb to keep from falling.