"What......the hell?" My vision was blurred, and as I began to focus, I began to notice a blinding light above me. I could feel the air, it was hot, moist. Off in the far distance, I heard a bird singing. My eyes finally focused enough to discover that the light was the sun. Blue sky stretched above, as I figured out that I was on my back. But something was weird. I felt naked, and my back was on something rough. It dawned on me that it was wood. And as my vision finally cleared, I saw the rest of the picture. To my left, I saw blue sky. Clouds dotted here and there. To my right, I saw wooden beams, holding up a very familiar looking roof. I was on my back, on my neighbor's back porch, naked, in the middle of the afternoon, in the high heat of summer. And all that was nothing compared to what came next. For, out of the sun, a giant figure appeared. I saw that it was a woman, and as I studied her, the light faded enough for me to see her face. My jaw hung open. I knew her. "Elizabeth!?" The blonde beauty was towering over me, dressed in a white tank top, daisy dukes, and a ponytail. She wore a look of almost pity mixed with amusement and satisfaction. I sat up.....and got the final, huge jolt. I made almost no difference in where my eye level was on her. Directly in front of me was her ten, bare, neon green colored toes. I followed her long legs up to her face as the realization hit me in the face....I was tiny. Probably no more than a centimeter tall. She suddenly spoke, but her voice sounded far off, murky. "I told you, you shouldn't have been taking pictures of my feet, little boy. Now they're gonna punish you for it." I sat, helpless, as her foot lifted above me. I stared at her smooth sole, seemingly miles up, as she wiggled her toes. Lint, dirt, and dust fell from it onto my face. From her lips I heard these last words: "Bye bye...." And then her foot seemed to move in slow motion, descending onto me. When it finally hit, it felt so soft at first. Pleasant, even. But then it continued down, crushing me with it's weight. I fell into the blackness, one thought echoing through my mind, "Two years....."

"GAAH!!!" I flew up in bed, sweat pouring off me in buckets. My heart was racing, and my penis was incredibly stiff. "It.......it was just a dream.......but it........but it felt.........so......so real!" I glanced at the clock. 9:22 AM. "I might as well get up." I threw the blankets off me, shuffling to the bathroom. After throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt, I went to my kitchen. As I sat at the table, munching on my Frosted Flakes, I couldn't help but think about the dream. "It was just like two years ago......up until the part where I got squashed like a bug, that is." Two years ago, on a day identical to the one in my dream, I had been caught by her, Elizabeth, taking pictures of her feet. I had always had a foot fetish, and she just happened to be blessed with feet I found sexy. But on that day, they were just like in my dream. Neon green toes. She had just painted them. Hell, I watched her paint them. So I tried to get a few good snapshots of them for later. And she caught me. It was embarassing to say the least. But why was I so small in my dream, enough for her to step on me and crush me like a bug? Was this some sort of punishment for my past wrong? I had only started to delve into it when the phone rang, completely derailing my train of thought. After a delightful conversation with an annoying tele-marketer, I went on with my day, completely forgetting about the dream. I went out, got some food, came home, munched on Doritos and sat in front of my computer, going back and forth between Netflix and Facebook. Being unemployed, single, and loaded can have it's perks. That night, I crashed in my bed, spent a hour or so watching a college football game (Michigan beat West Virginia, in case you were wondering) and dozed off during SportsCenter.