You had to admit, being tiny gave you some incredible views. Everyday objects became monoliths to living gods, towering high above you. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but staring up at a refrigerator that rivaled the height of skyscrapers made quite an impact. The whole situation was a brand new perspective, both figuratively and literally. You never realized how big the insignificant details could be. You'd spent a lot of your childhood in this house, but you'd never noticed the slight fray in the grey carpets, or the minor chipping along the baseboard's paint. Now, these details made up your world.
Other than blowing your mind, the walk to Cassandra's room was rather simple. Her daughters never showed up, and navigation was simply done by memory. Within an hour, you found yourself in front of the massive purple doorway, complete with the giant door. The giant closed door, that is.
Phooey. How in the seven Hells were you supposed to get past that? Various plans plagiarized from cartoons and television popped into mind. Climb the door to get to the knob? No, the paint wasn't that chipped. Slide under the door? Nope, you were ankle deep in carpet; too big to fit. Wait until someone else opens the door? No, that...
...Might work.
It'd be boring as hell and a bit of a waste of time, but it would definitely get it open. You move to the side and sit in the carpet. The plush fibers and quiet air lull you into a sense of security, then to sleep.
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