[ WP ] You wake up in bed next to your wife as you do every morning . As you admire her , something seems off , and you realise she 's a 15ft sea creature from the paleozoic era

I rolled over in bed, still warm from sleep, and turned to my wife. There she was, fifteen feet of laticed chitin, the articulated segments of her thorax rippling down the sheets like pure sex. Her facial sutures were relaxed, still pinched shut. I ran my hand lovingly across the curved surface of her cephalon, when a thought at the back of my head nagged at me. Something was n't right. I blinked, once, twice, and then it hit me. 
 
 `` Holy shit, honey!'' I yelled. `` You're huge!'' 
 
 She chittered to life, turning to look at me with her single compound eye. I shot up in bed, turning wildly around, and realized that our whole bedroom was suddenly massive in proportion, utterly dwarfing me. She had n't grown. I had shrunk. 
 
 I tried to stand up in bed, almost suffocating myself in the sheets. She quickly pulled the blankets back with her multiple limbs. `` What happened?'' I gasped. `` I'm shrinking! I'm shrinking! Oh my god, honey, what's going on!?'' 
 
 She loomed over me, maybe twenty feet tall now by my standards. The thousand lenses of her eye reflected an intricate pattern of sight. `` You were used to me being small,'' she whispered, her grooved hyperstome rattling. `` You thought I was a fossil, unchanging.'' 
 
 `` No,'' I said to her desperately. `` That's not true. I love you. I - I would have always supported you, you know that! If you wanted to go back to work, if you...'' My mind cast desperately for something to go on, and came up empty. 
 
 `` I am,'' she said, `` you were right to think so. But fossils live forever. Flesh does n't.'' 
 
 `` Please,'' I said. `` Please, please, please. Honey. Please. Help me.'' She was so huge now. My voice was tiny. 
 
 `` You married me,'' she said, `` because you wanted a constant in your life. Someone you could depend on. Someone who would be there for you regardless.'' I could see the underside of her thorax now, her dozens of biramous limbs. `` And I am. And I was.'' 
 
 `` No,'' I said, `` no, no, no, no.'' 
 
 `` You had the whole Holocene Era for yourself,'' she said. `` You could have been something. You could have made yourself something.'' Her facial sutures were splitting open. She was shedding, for the first time since I had known her. There was something bright coming through the cracks. 
 
 `` I love you, Howard,'' she said, `` but I could n't wait for you forever.'' 
 
 I screamed, reduced to a single cell, and disappeared into her shadow.
