The giant's hand opens slightly, revealing their palm and fingers in all their massive glory. You feel tiny and insignificant compared to the giant before you. The rough skin of their hand feels like sandpaper against your body; each movement sends shockwaves through your tiny form.
As the giant holds you up, you have a moment to take in your surroundings once more. The living room looks even larger now that you're at eye level with the giant's palm.
I look around me in panic, looking for any opportunity to escape, but there's nothing. The giant speak, obviously not as afraid as me, but certainly as confused.
The giant's voice is deep and booming, easily filling the entire room with its resonant timbre. "What in the world?!" they exclaim, their brow furrowing as they inspect you more closely. Their massive hand holds you up to eye level so that you can see their face clearly.
The giant's features are exaggerated in comparison to your own small stature; each eyelash and whisker stands out prominently against their smooth, hairless skin.