Jamee woke up from her slumber. She nearly panicked when she saw her gigantic son still lying next to her.
“Damnit. I’m still small” Jamee looked down and saw the floor. It looked like the distance from the Empire State Building.
She gulped nervously. She wanted to get away from her giant son. Not that she didn’t trust her sweet baby boy but he could accidentally roll over and smoosh her.
Jamee found the edge of the sheet and tried to shimmy down the side of the bed. She used to rock climb in her twenties so she had some climbing skill.
The tiny mom slowly and slowly climbed for what felt like an hour to get to the floor. The carpet felt different now that she was tiny. Kevin’s room was like a carpeted desert.
“Oh my God, how am I gonna clean the floor now?” She exclaimed
Jamee took several deep breaths and decided if she was gonna survive at six inches tall she had to be calm and know her surroundings.
Jamee walked out of the door to the bedroom and tried to decide where to venture forth.
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