A Fantasy
I had been meaning to talk to her all week.
Even though I barely knew her I couldn’t help but be drawn to her. Elegant and reserved, there was a gentle aura of tranquility around her that was simply bewitching. She was quite shy, but I saw her graceful features shine for those she quietly confided in, and I wished that it could be me who shared her secrets. But even if she was indeed the most beautiful girl in class, she was far too noble for me to attempt to reach. A serene and composed young lady, she had a demanding beauty, and there was no way on Earth for a hopeless fool like me, almost barely struggling to make his way through Art School, to even try to earn her attention for anything beyond common courtesy.
It was the last day of the semester. I did not know when or if I could ever see her again, so if I was to talk to her, today was my last chance. But I couldn’t possibly muster up the courage to face her and ask her out. In addition, my headaches, which had been plaguing me for the past couple of weeks, were making concentration on the classes almost impossible. Although I knew I couldn’t, I just wanted to go home and lie on my bed. I endured, however, for her I thought, even though as sick as I was becoming, the thought of approaching her seemed even more daunting than I previously envisioned it to be.
I quietly eyed her from my far corner of the room. She looked lovely as ever, silently analyzing the information she was being given. Had it been another day I would have probably daydreamed about her all afternoon. But the stress of the past couple of weeks had been building up my headaches so much that I felt my skull was about to burst open. I couldn’t bear it any longer so I rushed out of the classroom as discreetly as possible. I leaned on a corridor wall as I was making my way to the bathroom. I cursed to myself and sat on the floor. Just as I was about to collapse of dizziness, the pain began to slightly subside. I felt light shivers on my forearms. I rested my head on my hands, and within a few moments, I fell into unconsciousness.
It only felt like bare seconds but once I finally opened my eyes I noticed that several hours had passed. The sun had just set and there was no light pouring in from the windows, it would not be long until the building would become engulfed by the black of night. I was surprised to see that my headache was fastly subsiding, but it was the next thing I learned that nearly made me gasp in fright.
I had shrunk while I blacked out, I was probably no more than three inches in height, and there was no way of knowing if I was still slowly shrinking beyond that mark. With my heart racing incredibly fast I ran to and fro, looking up at the impossibly high ceiling. The corridor was getting darker and darker, and I desperately looked around for someone who could help me. But there was no one there. Seeing how alone I was I collapsed once again against the wall, and put my hands over my eyes. I tried to calm down and think about what to do next.
As I composed myself I tried to analyze my situation as best as I could. The classes seemed to be over already. I resolved that the best course of action was to make my way back to the classroom, and hopefully someone was still there who could help me.
I groggily started my long journey across the cold stone floor. Night kept falling, and I was beginning to fear the intrusion of insects on the lookout for prey that could endanger my life. And just as it got darker, it naturally got colder as well. So even if it was not too cold for a person of average height, it was almost too much for my three-inch-tall body to bear. As I approached the ginormous door, I began to feel my knees weaken and bend. I was about to give up on my quest when I heard the thumps of footsteps rumbling through the floor below me. I raised my head in their direction and stopped in my tracks, watching in awe as a colossal but still familiarly feminine figure made her way out of the classroom and began walking towards me.
It was her. My dream girl. Beautiful as always, but just inconceivably, imposingly big, standing over 130 feet tall in comparison to me. I was definitely not ready to face her now, if I ever was.
I tried to run away from her booming footfalls, but she was too fast for me. I fell down on my knees, screaming in terror as her boot landed a couple inches from where I stood. She must have heard my diminutive scream because I noticed her stop in her tracks. I looked up at her and saw her gaze lower to her feet. My heart skipped a beat as her eyes met mine. Struck by fear, I witnessed the effect of seeing me had on her. She jumped back, looking more bewildered than I ever saw her, even though I could hardly catch on to her feelings, as I was too scared of her deadly soles stomping the ground where I stood.
Paralyzed as I was by fear, I simply stared up in awe at the giantess. She slowly approached me. I saw her pretty face blush as she got down on her knees to inspect me as I cowered next to her boots. Both of us remained frozen for a brief time which felt intensely long, during which I saw her bewilderment turn to curiosity as she analyzed me, then her frown dissolved into a gentle sympathetic smile. She must have recognized me, which I was not really sure whether or not was a desirable prospect given the circumstances.
My giant classmate extended her opened hand towards me. I was too awestruck by her beauty to resist, although I doubted my diminutive strength would have made a difference. She collected me inside her cupped palm and brought me close to her face. She rose slowly to a standing position and gave me a confused look. She was obviously uncertain of what to do, so she did what was probably best for the present moment: she dropped me into the pocket of her coat.
I was startled by this, because even though she had been extremely careful not to hurt me, her movements were still vertiginously fast for me. I fell down on the soft fabric of her pocket, not harmed at all, but still rather overwhelmed by the whole experience. Sitting down at the bottom of the cavity of tissue, I searched for the opening over my head and caught a glance of her crystal blue eyes checking on me from above. Then her hand came down and covered the pocket, leaving me in darkness. Not long after, the whole fabric of her coat began to rock back and forth: she was walking again, probably on her way home, and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
I tried to make some sense of the situation while I lay in the dark. And even though I was terrified out of my wits, something moved me to trust this girl. Even if she had practically abducted me, I was certain that I could at some point reason with her, and she might help me. I remembered my earlier dreams about her, how I had wished to get her attention but was too scared to even try to do so.
Well, I was still scared, I still had not spoken a word, but I was almost certain that I had just become the most remarkable person in her life.
I suddenly felt an unusual kind of ease come over me. I took one last look at the night sky which poured in from outside the pocket before closing my eyes. I pictured her as she took me inside her home. We would confide, and she would promise to help me. It would not be long before we could become close. She would take care of me while I was stuck at this size, and perhaps what began as an act of compassion could evolve into something greater than that. I could not help but smile when I imagined my future adventures with my new mistress. And as I dreamed in bliss, cowering in the warmth of her pocket, I took notice of one last truly marvelous thing: my headache was completely gone.
