I wake up in the middle of the night, with the urge to use the bathroom. Since my head was tilted the right, all I saw was a pink wall.
"It was just a dream…!" I think. "I'm in my room! I'm 5'6" again!" I lay in the bed for a few minutes, being as grateful as ever for being my height as I continue thinking "I've never been happy to see my pink walls as much as I have been now." I turn my head to the left and she and oversized hotel room, instead of a wall. "No. No no no no no!" I shout. "I can't be 11.5 inches tall! This has to be a dream!"
I must've woken Rachel up, as she picked her head up, and looked over at my direction.
"Are you ok?" She asked, as she got up.
"Yeah… are… you?" I asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She asked back.
"I don't know. You seem… different. You seem bigger. Did you get taller?" I didn't want to jump to the conclusion that she used the bubbles, or blame her for using them when she didn't.
"No, silly, you got smaller. Besides, I'm done growing." She said as she made her way to the bathroom.
"Maybe it has something to do with my dream from last night then…"
"What'd you dream about?"
"Hey, can you take me to the bathroom as well?"
"Of course."
Thanks. And, well, mainly I dreamt about me be tiny…"
"Naturally." She injected before I continued.
"… and you were taller in my dream. Not by much. Just Megan's height before she became 7 feet tall."
"So, 5'5"? I'm not gonna lie, life would definitely be easier if I was that height. Maybe I should try using the bubbles… what do you think?"
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