Looking around at his surrounds he realized the book worked. He estimated his height to be down around 3 inches. He looked down over the edge of the bed. He saw the book wedged between it and the wall. There was no way he could get it alone. He needed help.
He crawled over to the other side and looked down. There was a pile of clothes. If he could just shimmy down the blanket to the floor he could get help. And if he fell the clothes should cushion his fall. He really had no choice but to try. Carefully he descended the blanket. When he was about ½ way down his arms began to get tired. Then he was startled by the slamming of a door. Someone was home.
He lost his grip and fell, landing directly on the pile of clothes below him. Lucky for him they were there. Unlucky for him they were a pile of dirty socks in which he just landed face down.
He got to his feet and tumbled down the pile to the floor. He looked up to see someone standing in the doorway.
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