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Chapter #5
Cramped quarters
by: Unknown
Hannah woke to a scream, something she was used to by now. She had been taken in my a single mother who saw her sleeping in a box during the storm last night. Carrie? Yeah. That was her name. She fed her and let her sleep in the guest bedroom of her home. Thankfully, Hannah had been at a reasonable height then, about 4'5", but she was afraid something like this would happen. Any time she risked staying in a stranger's house she would dramatically change her size. It wasn't her fault, but she cursed her luck as she opened her eyes. She knew she was either too big for the room, or too small for her own clothes. Looks like it was the former.
Hannah's nose was pressed against the ceiling, scrunched up and feeling stuffy. She felt a sneeze coming on, but held it back. She might accidentally blow the roof off if she did. She turned her head to the side and saw the bed completely flattened. Her neck was pressed on to the floor, and even turning her head to the side the room felt puny. Her ears were nearly touching both floor/bed and ceiling. That meant...peering down as best as she could she saw her body resting throughout the entire house. Her feet had busted through the far wall, which was impressive. She must be as big as the house was long. She could hear more screaming, obviously from the two kids and the mother who must have woken up to find a literal wall of flesh in front of them.
"Sorry! I swear, this wasn't my fault." The screams continued. They must be stuck. Where? Who knows. Then she felt it. Her butt. They must have been in the kitchen together when it exploded past walls and furniture into the doorway. She knew the living room was on the opposite side of her torso, but there was no way to let them out without toppling the house. "So, um, we kinda have to wait until I shrink again. And hopefully not grow."
Hannah sighed. The screaming didn't cease, and she reckoned the police had been contacted. Not the first time. With nothing to do but wait, she did her best to feel out her situation. Her hands had some wiggle room, and she felt around in whatever room they were in. Her left hand was in the bathroom, and she felt the miniature toilet wrapped between her fingers. Her right hand must have been in another bedroom, and she could feel the tiny blanket balled up in her fist. Her feet were outside, enjoying the morning air. She wiggled her toes, unsure if anyone could see them or not. The commotion probably brought the neighbors out, right?
Just then, she heard doors slamming outside and sirens shutting off. Great, of course they were here.
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