One fateful afternoon, you contracted the "Micro-Virus"... shrinking to the size of a tiny speck of dirt. When your wife couldn't find you, she fell into a depression. She never imagined you were a tiny speck of dirt now, she assumed you had just gone missing, so she filed a missing person report. Weeks and months would go by, and there were no real leads, so the police dropped the case. She would keep searching, until eventually, her family convinced her that you were gone for good. They held a funeral for you and everything. Then, she broke out of her depression; she met someone new. He was just like you when you were normal; strong, handsome, a hardworker and kind soul. She fell in love instantly, he reminded her of you. Eventually they married. But you never left, you were always just a speck of dirt, never noticed or seen by her ever again. You lived on the floor, dodging her feet and surviving off of food crumbs. It hurt so much to see her with her new man; who was basically a mirror image of you, a carbon copy.

One Sunday morning while her new husband is off with friends... Kendall would step out onto the patio and sit with a cup of her favorite herbal tea, enjoying the cool breeze and taking in the view of the early morning city... kicking her soft, aromatic feet out of their humid, fluffy slippers. She'd sip away reading a new book. Her feet which you once enjoyed so much are there to touch, outside of her slippers. It's not like she'll notice you anymore, so might as well...