This evening I expected to ether be watching a movie at home with my girlfriend or studying for the big English test on Wednesday, but mostly I expected to be hanging with Jon. Being the size of a piece of lint in the middle of my best friends apartment was not something I expected to happen. How it happened was something that I couldn’t tell you, what happened before is crystal clear. I had stopped by to see if Jon had gotten off work so we could hang out. When I knocked on his front door and no one answered, I thought that maybe he crashed on the couch after a long day at work. Using the spare key he’d given me, I unlocked the door and went in search of him. To my disappointment, I found nether hide nor hair of my elusive friend. Bummed out at the thought of him being stuck at work, I decided to surprise him by welcoming him home when he got off work. Resting on his couch, I got myself comfortable and started feeling sleepy. I usually don’t take naps, but I felt like I’d been awake for two days and was on the verge of collapsing. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up and finding that the world had changed around me.
I woke up, stretched, smacked my lips and looked around me, what I saw floored me. I was standing on a football field sized leather mountain. I don’t know what most people would think in this situation, but my first thought was, ‘what a cool dream’. Studying what I thought was my dream surroundings, I took one step on the couch and then another. Normally my body would sink in to the comfy leather seating of Jon’s couch, but I was so weightless that my body didn’t make dent in the spongy seating. I must have taken an hour to walk from one cushion to the next and by the time I reached the other side, I was convinced that this was a rotten dream. Nothing interesting was happened, besides the shrinking, where as all the excitement and intrigue that came from a dream. I had grown tired of this dream and decided to end it, it took a second to decide that I might as well end this dream with a little bit of excitement and I knew just the way to do it. The next thing I did might seem stupid to some, however you must understand, I was convinced this was a dream and nothing can hurt me. With that in mind, I tried to sky dive off the couch without a parachute.
“Geronimo!” I cried as I leaped into the air, arms wide open and nothing but air underneath me. It felt like I was falling forever, the couch zoomed by me as I fell to the floor. I think it was when the ground was a few feet away, that I really considered the possibility that this wasn’t a dream. I expected the impact to hurt a lot more then it did, it certainly didn’t kill me, but it sure did convince me that this was no dream. With a groan and a grunt, I returned to my feet and dusted myself off. When I looked up at the couch, I couldn’t see where I had jumped from at this distance. I knew I should have been a tiny splat on the floor, but somehow I wasn’t. Shrugging of the inexplicable miracle, I did what any tiny man would do in this type of situation, I walked.
One thought kept recurring to me as I walked away from the couch and towards the door, Jon can help. He’d always been there for me when I needed him and he was someone I could count on always. I kept reminding myself of that while sweat dripped down my face and into my eyes. My journey from Jon’s living room felt like an eternity. I’d keep looking at the door in the far distance and knowing that I needed to reach it. If Jon saw me when he opened the door, I’d be saved. If not then I could be lost forever the next time he vacuums. I wondered if this was how people lost in the desert felt; disoriented and alone, with no idea what will happen next.
Around the third hour, the vibrations hit. It felt like an earthquake, shaking my whole body and sending me tumbling to the ground. My teeth were rattled in my skull from the shaking and I had to keep my head covered from keeping it from convulsing around. I thought for sure that the ground was going to open up and I’d start falling. And then it stopped. I heard the sound of keys jingling, followed by the lock shifting. I looked at the front door and gapped as it swung open and Jon stepped in. I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure it was him because his head disappeared somewhere above his shoulders. I gazed up at him, trying to see his face over a mile above me. It was while I was looking that he started walking towards me, the vibrations knocked me down again and I scrambled to get back up. This was my one chance and I wasn’t going to blow it.
“JON! JON! DOWN HERE, JON!” I screamed up at him. I kept screaming even as he walked over me and headed for the kitchen. And just like that, I collapsed to my knees. Maybe it was from the hiking I’d done or the emotional impact finally hitting me, whatever it was, it made me want to curl into the fetal position and stay that way for hours. I had been right in front of him and he walked by me like I was nothing, a speck, an trivial bug. Some how being overlooked hurt worse then the shrinking.
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