This time you spend the night in bed as I toss and turn. In the morning I begin searching for you, worried that you may have accidentally shrunk from my device. Your friend calls, he thinks you might be in Vegas as you have a tendency to do so. I agree and decide not to worry. I am making some adjustments to the shrinking lense and you get caught in the middle, as you are on the floor in front of me. You get shrunk even tinier and now I will never find your microscopic self. You try to climb my feet but I scratch them and you get caught in my nails. I begin to pleasure myself and you are stuck under me on my transparent chair. Afterwards, I wipe you up and place you on the desk... I decide to have some tea. You try to get my attention by climbing on a spoon but end up getting dumped into my tea with a spoonful of honey, before meeting your fate.