Deuce's eyes fluttered open. He rubbed his eyes and waited for his vision to adjust. It was Saturday morning and he couldn't wait to watch a marathon of his favorite cartoon shows. The young aspiring dancer reached for the remote which was usually placed on the side of his bed. However, as he extended his arm, all he felt was more of the bed material. Without looking because of his eyes still adjusting to the bright influx of light, the young dancer reached further. Still just more bed. Deuce look over to his side and reached again when he gasped.
Sitting right next to him was a gigantic pillow. The same pillow he had slept on earlier. Out in the distance, he could see his alarm clock. Right next to his alarm clock was his remote, still sitting on the desk where he had left it. Deuce screamed as he realized what was happening.
"What's going on?" Yelled to no one in particular. "Am I dreaming?"
The Hispanic boy pinched himself, hoping to awake from his nightmare, but instead of a jolt of pain to awake, all he got was a jolt of pain. The boy was fully alert and awake. This dream where everything in his room was bigger than him was no dream at all.
"Oh no," Deuce yelled. "How did this happen? How did I get so small?
As if on cue, the door to his room slowly opened. Out of the door popped a feminine figure, Deuce gulped as the young girl strolled into his room. After looking around, the girl shot a puzzled look and said to herself, "Hmm, Deuce is usually up by now where could be?"
Deuce cupped his arms out and yelled at the girl in attempt to get her attention.
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