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Feeding time — Description

I lay on the cold coffee table, barely four centimeters tall, my voice hoarse from shouting. "Lisa! Please, I’m starving! I haven’t eaten since you shrank me!"
Lisa sat on the couch, eyes glued to her phone, completely ignoring me. It had been days since our playful shrinking roleplay had gone wrong, and now I was trapped like this, powerless.
"Lisa, please!" I yelled again, desperate.
She glanced down and lazily lifted her right foot into the air. Her dirty white Calvin Klein sock loomed over me as she rubbed her sole against the table’s corner. Bits of dirt fell around me like giant boulders.
With a smirk, she looked at the dirt chunks. "Looks like there’s something from my sock you could eat," she said, amused, before placing her foot back on the table edge, completely ignoring me once more.
I was left with nothing but the lint and my growing fear.