You are tempted to have a few of the tasty granola bars but respect your mother's command. You want to do everything possible not to piss her off in case you fuck up with the shrinking remote and are nothing more than the size of a bug she helps you instead of grounds you. You instead make a sandwich and eat it before walking back upstairs to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Sitting down on your chair, you pull the remote out of your pocket. You notice a meter on it.
"This must be its battery charge...", you think aloud. The meter was low. "Hmm, maybe it recharges on its own... I guess I'll mess with it tomorrow.Probably do something with shrinking."
The rest of the day seems to be a flash. It is the next day early morning, still dark outside and you wake up first to have some fun with the remote while everyone is sleeping...
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