Good morning~ Good Morning~

When I woke, it's not my head popped off the pillow and I'm full of energy kind of thing. Nope! It was worse. Much worse.

I seemed to have lean to one side too far and fell off the pillow, on to the sheet covered mattress below. The impact has woken me up. You would too if you landed face first in a mattress after a good nights rest. I think I broke my neck in more ways than one. Whatever, as long as I'm not dead I don't care.

I sit up and try to massage the soreness out of my neck. "I'm never sleeping on a giant pillow again."

I look up at Sam. "Hey, Sam! It's-" The giantess is still asleep though. A soft smirk crosses my face and I leave the girl be.

Some reason, my eyes trail over her body slowly, drinking in every inch of the girl. Is it creepy to stare? To look at someone when they are asleep? Well of course it is!

But I can't take my eyes off of her. There so much to take in!

She rolls on her side, facing me. My heart jumps up a notch or two when seeing that soft slumbering face. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I really like her this much? One simple look from her and my heart explodes, making a mess in my chest!

I growl trying to rub the dumb blush off my face. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!!"

I'm so distracted my own actions that I haven't noticed the shadow that has overcasted my small body. When I do notice, it's too late for me to run and I'm flattened against the mattress. Great. Now I can't move.

"Sam... antha." I gasp. The weight is crushing me. I try to push her off me, but what use is it if I'm only a twelfth her size and have less than a tenth of her strength. "Sam!" I scream loudly.

Nothing.

Shit! Think. Think, think, think. There has to be a way for me to escape this mess. Maybe a little pain will wake her up.

It's not the most solid plan, but I'm going to try. If it gets me out of this problem then I don't have an issue with it. I just hope it'll be enough to wake the girl.

I waste no time opening my mouth and sinking my teeth into the cloth covered skin. Samantha jolts awake, yelping and sitting up with so much force, I'm sure I'd have lost half my teeth if I didn't let go in time. Light overpowers the dark allowing me to take in a big gulp of air.

"Ow! What the heck-... Caesar!?" Samantha exclaims.

I look up to see Samantha sitting on her legs, forearm pressed against her chest and wide-eyed with confusion across her face. She also looks extremely tired.

"What were you doing under me?" She demands.

I can already tell she's not a morning person and neither am I. "You were crushing me you doofus!"

"That gives you no reason to bite me!" She shoots back.

"Did you want me to suffocate?" I grumble. "Cause that's what was going to happened."

Samantha opens her mouth to answer, but instead, grits her teeth. She scoops me up rudely like and flops back down on the bed. Her grip is a little tight. She's faced down on the pillow and her thumb is oddly rubbing my arm.

She begins to get rough and it bothers me. "Sam, you're rubbing my arm raw here!"

The thumb rubbing stops and Samantha looks up at me. There's a slight irritation in her eyes, but it fades away and she mutters an apology.

"Sorry. I'm not a big morning person so my irritation levels are at a high right now." She explains in a droopy voice. Gods, how many hours of sleep did this girl get? "It's been hard these last few nights and mornings. I don't want to project my problems on you so I've kind of been stuffing them down."

I think for a second. "That's understand-woah! Okay!"

Samantha pulls me close to her chest, pressing me against the soft skin. A heavy blush crosses my cheeks. Damn this cursed spot.

This feels like one of those anime tropes where the guy gets a face full of boobs. The girl and guy end up freaking about it. The girl gets mad and tries to kill the guy who is trying to defend himself by explaining what happened or tries to apologize. The girl doesn't listen and someone ends up dead.

Samantha rolls over on her back, her chest is my bed and her hand is my blanket. I squirm around uncomfortably which ends up causing Samantha to push harder, making me sink more.

"Can you stay with me? Until I need to get out of bed at least?" She whispers softly.

It's a plea for me to stay. I'm not going anywhere though. If she needs me then I won't be going anywhere until she wants me to.

"I will," I say. Now, instead of trying to get out, I get more comfortable. Not that it takes much work. The problem is trying not to think about the spot I'm in.

Sam sighs heavily. I look up to see the underside of her chin, nothing else. I wouldn't be surprised if she fell back asleep. I don't mind that if she does, as long as she doesn't roll on top of me again.

She loosens up the pressure on me but keeps her hand on top of my body. I can actually breathe now. Thank the gods!

"Do you care to be in this spot?" Samantha's voice rumbles through my body.

I shake my head. "Nah, I'm fine."

"Nice and comfortable."

"Shut up!"

Samantha giggles. "I'm only teasing, Caesar. Calm down." She responds in a more chipper tone than before. Exposing my weaknesses is low.

"You know how I feel about... about this! It's embarrassing." I complain, folding my arms like a pouty child.

She plucks me off her chest and dangles me above her grinning face. "A little flushed and embarrassed? Why is that?"

"Do you want me to blunt or swerve past it?" I ask flatly.

Samantha pretends to think. "Hmmm?"

"I know you're not thinking about this," I say.

Sam's lips curl down into a pout. "You ruin all the fun." She whines. "Be as blunt as you can."

I sigh and inhale. "I'm blushing because you got big tits."

Now the girl frowns. "That's not my fault." She responds briskly.  "You said yesterday that I was born this way."

Well, she got me there. Guess my argument has gone up in ash now. Not really that it was an argument.

Sam pokes me in the gut with her pinkie and I release a giggle. I quickly cover my mouth up with a hand. "You're cute when you giggle." She says in that same sweet tone like back when she picked me up.

That same damn tone makes me blush a little. I play it off with a shrug. "Eh, it's one of the many secrets I hide."

The giantess smiles, bringing me closer and actually sets me on the bridge of her nose. My heart jumps for being so close to the girl. I'm straddling her nose basically. What makes it worse is that I'm only wearing a shirt and spandex. A great point of view for Samantha.

"And what else are you hiding?" Samantha asks in a sweet somber tone.

I smile back for once. "You'll have to find out."

Sam begins to rub my back with her index finger. Her touch seems warmer than before. I've been having a nack to feel her touch, it's a craving now, an addiction. I don't know how I've developed it so fast, but I guess that's what happens when someone who truly cares about you shows real affection.

"You look beautiful today," Samantha says softly. "Your hair shines like gold in the sun and those star-like blues eyes are stunning like sapphire." I feel the wholehearted honesty behind those Sweet words. I could listen to it all day.

"You're not too bad yourself," I respond nonchalantly. What a typical response for me to say. Ugh! You idiot! Be a little more romantic! "I always liked your eyes." Yes! "They remind me of... freshly baked bread." No!

Samantha snorts. "Fresh baked bread? Really?"

"I stand by what I said," I say with pride crossing my arms. "You can take the compliment or not. Just so you know, I don't hand them out willy-nilly."

She giggles which jostles me a little. "You're an interesting lil' lady now aren't you? Once all that tough stuff falls off, you're a pretty nice person, Caesar."

Yeah, I guess. All I needed was some love and affection to finally show my soft side. I'm glad that it was Samantha who showed this to me and no one else.

"I had someone help me along the way," I added gently.

We continue to chat for a few minutes, but we are rudely interrupted when hard knocks come rapping at the door.

The surprise causes Sam to shoot up from her pillow. I go flying/tumbling off her face and fall onto her right breast. I almost fall off from there as well if I didn't grab the tank top Sam's wearing in time.

"Miss Gains! Your father is on the phone!" The butler who sounds like Alfred announces.

Sam utters a curse under her breath and puts her hands under me. "S-sorry."

I don't let go until I feel squishy flesh under the soles of my feet.

She throws the sheets off her legs, answers the door and takes the phone from the Butler. "Thank you, Daniels."

The man in the suit bows and walks away.

Sam quickly puts the phone up to her ear. "Hey, dad."

"Hello, sugar pea. How are you?" The person on the other side sounds like a nice Man, but his words sound slurred.

There's a hurt expression on her face. A yearning look for her dad to come home. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm wonderful! The people here in Japan are so kind and generous. Did you know they treat tinies as equals? Isn't that amazing!" The father exclaims. "Bartender! Another round on me!" There's a collective group of cheers and that overpowers the faint heavy base in the ground.

I hear the bewildering news, but all I see is pain Sam's face. I thought she'd be happy at first to hear from him, but there's something deeper going on between that makes her look dull.

"That's great, dad." She mutters helplessly.

"The food here is great as well!" The man cheers.

The dad may not know what he's doing, but I do. He's being completely oblivious to his daughter.

"And the women here are beautiful! I tell you they know how to treat a man!"

Sam pulls the phone away from her ear, her father still talking, and hangs up on him.

She takes a deep breath and exhales. "Sorry about that. Hopefully, he won't call me when he's drunk next time."

My mouth falls into an 'o' shape. That must be hard to deal with.

I cross my legs. "Is he an alcoholic?" I ask. It's not my place to ask personal questions, but if it helps Sam vent then I'm all ears.

Sam takes a seat on her bed again, her hands, with me in them, in her lap. She's hunched over, hair hanging over like a curtain, eyes big and glossy, ready to drop tears.

"You don't have to tell me anything," I say softly.

Her thumb brushes against my leg weakly. Without having second thoughts, I pull the thumb in close like a hug.

"It's going to be okay, Samantha, I promise." I don't know what it's like to have parents not be there for you, but I know what it's like to be lonely and I think it's high time we both get what we deserve. "And I never break a promise."

Love.