You decide to head up stairs and unpack everything for the weekend. The stairs were gray in color but faded over time and worn down from use. A creaking sound rose up beneath your feet as you walked up the stairs. Reaching your room, you see the door was left open, but the bed was already made.
Throwing your bag onto the bed, you lay right next to it. The window was open right next to the bed sending a cool breeze into the room. Seth had already dropped off his bag. The zipper was undone with the view of his clothes. A few feet past your bed was Seth’s bed. Then past that was an open door that leads into Dan’s room. While both mine and Seth’s beds were neatly made, Dan’s bed was a mess with clothes scattered around the room. “What a pig,” saying under your breath and closing your eyes.
You feel a chill run across your body. “Oh, I must have dozed off,” you say rubbing your eyes and look down. “What the hell? What happened to m clothes!?” you yell. Something is obviously not right here. Everything is like ten times bigger! You weren't lying on your bed, but your giant clothes! Everything is big because you are tiny. Maybe no bigger than a fly. Suddenly a harsh, cold gust of wind hits you, lifting you off of your feet. The once cool breeze has become a hurricane as it flings you off of the bed and into the air. Soon you are falling fast. Screaming at the top of your lungs, but no one can hear you at this size.
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