Bogini gigantów cię nie widzi

You are so tiny, and small, and have crept up to the side of your giant goddess. Long legs come over the couch side, thick black heels nearly hover over your head. You could be lost forever under her heels. You stand motionless for a while. She carries on with her laptop, morning coffee and even a cigarette, nearly ending you many times. May she spot you? Have mercy? Or do you go forever ignored and forgotten.