He opened his eyes and began to panic. He couldn’t help but scream at the abject terror of it as tears streamed down his face. Before him, somehow both impossibly far away and impossibly, close was the left foot of his wife. So small he found himself that he couldn’t even see the tops. Though he knew that her toes were painted a light green color at the present moment. 

“LIZ,” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Hoping that somehow the sound would travel to her ears.

He wouldn’t admit it to himself but he knew that there was no chance of that happening. At his height he would be lucky if his wife even heard a squeak out of him. It didn’t help that she was crying as well. That too would drown out any noise he was producing. 

He wondered if he should walk over to her feet and try to knock on them but his brain panicked at the sheer thought of it. Even if he reached them she was so big that any movement from her end would be instant death. Smushed in between the wrinkles of her feet. 

Even if she didn’t move and he had the time to punch, claw, and bite odds were she wouldn’t feel it anyway and if she did it would be so slight that she might just ignore it anyway. At the end of the day, no matter how much he wanted to do anything else, he knew that his best bet would be to stick where he was and wait. 

She had been reading over his shoulder. Eventually the shock would wear off and she would realize that he would be where he had been. He needed to be there so when she looked he was where she expected. If he did move she could lose him and he didn’t want to think what would happen then.

As if on queue he watched as she wiped the tears out of her eyes and cleared her throat, “Daniel?”

To his surprise he didn't instantly go death as soon as she spoke. Nor did he feel the need to cover his ears from the sound of her gigantic voice. No, it was the same volume as it always was. His heart raced as he realized that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to hear him after all. 

I mean if her voice came at a normal decibel why not his?

“LIZ,” He yelled as he jumped up and down and waved his arms, “I am down her baby. I’m down here.”

“Honey,” She said sheepishly as she looked down at the ground, “Are you down there?”

He looked into deep blue eyes and began to cry as he continued to basically do jumping jacks. 

“Yes, baby. Please.”

She took a step backwards and as she did so the loudest BANG! ever echoed through the entire room, shaking him to his very core, a split second letter the ground shook as if a great big earthquake had just hit. It caused him to fall over onto his back. 

“A little more careful next time,” He pleaded, “That was intense.”

He sat up in time to watch as she kneeled down, sitting down on her knees. As each knee hit the ground, the floor underneath shook violently. The first one knocked him down once again. He didn’t even attempt to stand insteading staying on his back as the second earthquake hit.

“Daniel?”

“Right here,” He said as he stood up slowly, “Can you please be a little more careful next time though? That is a very rough fall.”

“If you are alive, say something please. It may be easier to find you that way.”

His heart dropped. She couldn’t hear him. He knew that he shouldn’t be as shocked as he was but he had still been clinging on to some level of hope. He opened his mouth to yell at her but instead proceeded to jump up and down. Ignoring how tired he was getting, how out of breath. Fucking asthma.

She bent forward. He watched in horror and amazement as she did so. Amazed at how large she was. Every moment that passed as she did so she seemed to blot out the sun. Drenching his world into shadow. By the time her eyes reached where he was standing he found himself in, what seemed to him, nighttime. He could see of course after his eyes adjusted to the darkness but it was hard to do so. As he continued to jump he looked to either side of him to see the daylight shining in from the windows on either side but none reached him here.  

His wife had encompassed his very world and she didn’t even realize it. To his relief she didn’t keep extending herself. He watched instead as her eyes locked onto him, a smile lighting up her gigantic face. He shuddered as he looked at her teeth. What was once something he never gave a thought to were now terrifying monsters in their own might. Capable of destroying his body in seconds. 

“Oh my god,” She said, “You're alive.”

He stopped bouncing up and down. Taking the time to catch his breath. She began to tear up once more and he found himself doing the same. Glad to be found. Glad to at least be with the women he loved more than everything. The feeling quickly became one of horror as a tear hit the ground next to him with POP! The tear exploded as it did so the contents of which sprayed in every direction. Leaving, from his point of view, small puddles.

“Liz,” He yelled up at her, “It's OK baby. I am fine.”

The tears came rapidly. POP!POP!POP!POP!POP! Hitting here and there. A few hitting mere inches away from him the contents of which soaking his legs as it exploded. Thankfully after a few long seconds she wiped the tears away.

“I am going to pick you up now,” She said carefully, slowly.

Daniel thought he would be ready for this. It is what he wanted after all but his brain panicked once more, seemingly shutting down, as her right hand shot forward, and scooped him up. Before he could process that he was in the palm of her hand, he was enclosed in darkness as she clenched her fist, gently. Clearly careful not to hurt him. 

She stood back up before unclenching her fist, he rolled a few miles from his perspective ass over end, before coming to a complete stop. To his surprise nothing was broken, he wasn’t hurt, the only thing he found was that he was nauseous. He reminded himself to thank her for how gentle she had been whenever he learned how to communicate with his wife again. 

She kept him about level to her chin. Though he didn’t dare stand up. Each breath she took caused her palm to slightly quiver and though he could no doubt stay standing despite that, with practice, he was more worried about if she decided to walk or move her hand.

“We need to find a way to communicate hun,” She said with a nervous smile and chuckle and I couldn’t help but laugh.