Sleeping Together
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This day was just one twist after another. You tried to tell her that her offer, while very generous, was unnecessary but you now find yourself getting tripped up with nervous stammering. She slowly reached out for you so she could pick you up. You quickly scramble up the side of her smooth finger before she thought you offended her. She sets you down, gently this time, next to her pillow. Unsurprisingly it's much softer on the mattress than the desk. You look back in time to see her gigantic, petite body turn around and get into the bed. Her weight coming into contact with the spongy ground cause it to distort slightly. At your scale however it was like an earthquake and you would have fallen if you weren't already laying down. She finished getting under the covers and flipped off the lamp. The room became very dark and quiet with only the sounds of this giant woman shuffling around. She settles in but is facing away from you.

"G-g-goodnight N-nick," She eventually gets out.

"Goodnight, umm..." Crap. You answered reflexively but you still didn't know her name.

"H-Hanako," She sputters, realizing that she never introduced herself to you. "M-my name is Ikezawa Hanako."

"Goodnight Ikezawa-san," You say, relieved she shared her name with you finally.

"Y-you can call me Hanako, if you want," She says so softly you can barely hear.

"Goodnight Hanako, and thank you," You say. you feel her moved a bit when you say her first name. Embarrassed, or maybe happy?

You turn over and try to go to sleep but you were to restless from the days events. Hanako seemed to be having no problems though. She was still except for her breathing. Suddenly her whole body began moving. She was rolling over in her sleep. It was fortunate that she had been on the other side of the bed or she might have smashed you. When she came to a rest, her face was on the edge of her pillow. She wiggled a bit more before letting out a sleepy sigh. A wave of her cool breath washed over your tiny form. It was sweet and minty. It was soon followed by the heavy scent of shampoo. She was as close to you as when she first inspected you and you had a chance to see her face. Her skin was fair and flawless, that is if you ignored the massive scarring. You couldn't help but have you eye drawn to the irregularity, hopping that she didn't suddenly open her eyes. The damaged flesh was blackened and rough, cracked and jagged. In her nightgown you could see that the scar ran down to her neck and towards her torso. What could have happened to cause damage so severe? It probably wasn't a good experience. You couldn't help but wonder about your new friend.
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February 17
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