You peered down the nearly endless staircase, your chosen destination. Each step was taller than you, and there were dozens of them. Climbing down would take forever. However, there was another way.
Walking over to the side of the stairs, you could see all the way down to the ground floor. You've proven tough to squish; maybe the jump is livable? Especially if you aim for something soft. It's hard to see in the dark, but there seems to be a couch down there. Or is it a table?
Feeling reckless, you decide to take the jump. You run towards the ledge and leap. Gravity takes the wheel and you go flying. It's exhilarating, breathtaking, and amazing. So amazing that you ignored the landing on the couch plan and go hurdling towards the ground.
Splat
Goodness gracious, did that ever hurt. You peel yourself off the floor, and do a quick check for injuries. Arms, attached. Legs, in one piece. Nose, bleeding but otherwise fine. A quick stretch and a wipe of the nose and you're back in business. Everything seems to hurt less now that you've accepted the apple's magic.
You begin to walk around, scoping the place out. Quickly taking note of the various rooms, you begin thinking about that spell. Will it wear off? How effective is it? Would Ms. B really not see you if you stood in front of her face? A healthy, 30 something woman should have no trouble spotting something five inches tall, yet she couldn't see you. This spell is serious business.
Anywho, you've taken stock of the bottom floor. Plenty of options to choose from, but only two for the reader! Are you heading off to the kitchen, since your hunger is stiill gnawing at you? Or maybe you'll check one of the other rooms out, just for kicks. Up to you.
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