I don't write often... but this came to mind last night! Enjoy!

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It’s one in the morning, and it’s time for you to be a complete idiot. Stupid stupid stupid! You never should’ve taken this bet, and now you’re standing, 3 inches tall, on my slowly rising and falling chest. I’ve been asleep for only about an hour; you know because you and your friends waited within the woodwork, nervously anticipating my final drop into deep sleep.
Your friends gesture fervently at you, urging you to hurry. A quiet grumble escapes your mouth. THEY’RE the ones who put you up to this in the first place! When the fleshy ground beneath you shifts suddenly, you wobble, your own breath catching. In a moment that seems like forever, you stumble and fall forward right against my chin. “Mmmnh….” My face contorts in a tired frown of discontent and for a moment you think you’re a goner!! Not yet though. My face settles back into its relaxed dream-state expression, and you focus once more on the bet at hand.
Steeling your nerves, you use your trembling arms to hoist yourself up so you’re kneeling on my chin, right below my bottom lip. You can’t see all that well (having only the moonlight to illuminate your situation) but your eyes quickly lock onto my lips. Ice runs through your veins at the thought of what lay behind the soft ridges of flesh, but you CAN’T back out now! You lean forward, but past my lips. The warm air of my breathing ruffles your hair, and you grab hold of your target. A nose hair.
You grimace, your pride unable to allow you to leave without your trophy. IF you even MANAGE to leave after this! Squeezing your eyes shut, you yank as hard and fast as you can. The hair comes loose… but not without giving its owner a very confusing surprise. “UAH!!” I jolt awake, shouting in pain from the unpleasant pluck, but my shout gets quickly interrupted. Before you know it, you’ve fallen forward, straight into the source of my yell.

You try to shout as well, but your voice gets caught in your throat as you plummet headfirst towards mine. Your heart seems to skip a beat, time slowing as you’re suddenly shut off from the dim glow of moonlight. Your surroundings are hot and sticky, smelling damp and a bit musty. Oh FUCK.
Everything you ever feared seems to be coming true in a singular moment! Being discovered, being caught, being…. you tremble hard at the thought of being eaten. All of a sudden time snaps back to normal, and everything is moving TOO FAST. You shout at the top of your lungs; no words in particular, just panicked, animalistic noises! Arms and legs thrashing, you kick something hard, ensuring a future bruise. TEETH. The realization throws you deeper into a frantic state, and you push desperately at the tongue that has begun to cover you with slimy saliva.
Meanwhile, I cough and choke at this extremely confusing obstruction in my mouth. I bolt up in bed, clutching at my throat as if to prevent you from sliding into my gullet. At first I’m horrified that some wild mouse or large insect has wandered into my mouth, but then I listen to the sounds the creature is making. They aren’t words, no. But something sounds…. distinctly human about them. I pause, calming myself and relaxing my tense mouth. This doesn’t cause the thing inside my maw to stop its thrashing, but it allows me to focus more clearly on the shape of the thing. I feel tiny fingers scratching at my tastebuds. I taste FABRIC, and sense the texture of candy wrappers and string. Almost forgetting that I CAN spit you out, I instead nudge your tiny form gently with my tongue. I feel you curl in on yourself in response, yelping again. Your reaction makes my heart flutter, my cheeks turning a soft pink in the moonlight.
Inside the living cavern of my mouth, you’ve decided to freeze up and curl in, trying your best to avoid the teeth and become too cumbersome to swallow whole, but after a few moments that seem like hours, you realize the bean ISN’T attempting to chew you up or swallow you whole. You aren’t quite sure what to do about this realization, but you don’t have much time to think about it anyways. Suddenly you’re tumbling out into cold air again, landing on a warm, leathery surface. Sputtering and trying to shake the saliva off of yourself, you shakily push yourself up on all fours, and look behind you.
My eyes are just as wide open as yours as you fall into my cupped palm. I never thought it would ACTUALLY be possible, but there you are. A Borrower, shaking and sopping wet in my hand. My face feels hot as your taste lingers in my mouth. No way…. You turn to look at me, and I immediately feel a wave of guilt as you scramble backwards against my arched fingers, clearly looking for an escape. But I can’t put you down at the moment. Shock and amazement has frozen me up! And all I can do is rub at my stinging nose, confused. We’re both still as statues for a few moments, staring at each other in disbelief. You glance towards your friends, hoping for some indication of rescue, but they’ve disappeared behind a stack of books! I follow your gaze and, seeing nothing, assume that’s the direction you came from.
A moral dilemma forms in my mind. I want to hold onto you; jar you if only to explain your good intentions. But I know that will only make you distrust me further. So, sighing, I climb out of bed. You shiver in the cold, so I take the edge of my pajama shirt and gently wipe you off. The movement and close proximity of my other hand makes you squeak and raise an arm in defense, but my motions are firm yet surprisingly gentle. Your heart beats hard. Where is this Bean taking you?? Why hasn’t it squashed you yet, and further more, why did it spit you out?! Could…. a Bean have a conscience? You hoped, GODS, you hoped that was the case.
Your suspicions were confirmed as I paused, then slowly lowered my hand to the bookshelf. Some quiet urgent whispers catch my attention and I turn my head just in time to see a small group of Borrowers duck out of sight, looking like quite a mischievous bunch. Two and two click together as I figure out just WHY you would try and pluck a nose hair from a being so enormous compared to you. A small smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth, and you look up at me, fearing I’ve decided to toy with you. On the contrary though, I raise my hand once more, closer to my face, causing your small delicate form to press harder into the thick digits behind you. I whisper, shielding the others view of my lips. “Next time… I’ll play along…”
You give me a confused glare, brows furrowed. Next time? There would BE a next time? Before you can reply, you find yourself sliding onto the wooden surface of the bookshelf. The ground shakes slightly as my comparatively gigantic form turns and walks back to its bed, climbing under the covers and turning its back towards you.
Absolutely dumbfounded, you stand there for a moment, mouth agape, until the hands of your friends drag you away; back through the hole in the wall. You aren’t listening as they proceed to fuss over you, expressing their terror and then…. admiration for your bravery. Your mind is fixated on the Bean whose mouth you survived. The Bean who let you GO. You wonder…. why did it do that? It could’ve EASILY killed you or kept you as a pet, or to sell to some high bidder. But instead, you’re back in your own world.
A daring thought pokes at the back of your mind. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why do you WANT to go back out there? You’re still trembling from the adrenaline rush! But… you’re OKAY. Your friends shut up as you finally speak. “I-I didn’t get it.” The other Borrowers around you look at you like you’re crazy “I didn’t get the hair”. You stand shakily, but compose yourself and stand strong. “I guess I’ll have to try again tomorrow night.”