the comfort of being held in the palms of soft gentle hands, being looked at by giant orbs fascinated and intrigued by your size.
gentle breezes blown towards you with each exhale, occasionally being forcefully thrown off balance by it’s great power.
your entire home being picked up to eye level of the giant, eyes becoming the sole scenery viewable through your window. you feel like a toy being handled like this, your entire world rising above you thousands of miles in the air as if it were nothing.
your hands on a giant finger, it’s big enough that you can kind of hug it… they remind you of giant pillows or maybe a mattress…
an overwhelming wave of fear and curiousity, you could very easily be crushed by the giant, but they are gentle, and careful not to hurt you. It’s somewhat demeaning but part of you also feels very safe, and protected. It’s comforting…
modes of travel: shoulder, pocket, palm of hand, on top of a soft fluffy head of hair …or a hat.
walking on the floor is way too dangerous.