You think for a joke that you are going to sneak up on here and scare her. You enter her room closing the door behind you and then quietly tip-toe over to the far side of her bed. Slowly you lift her bed sheets up and crawl face first up in them. Soon you are lying in her bed with her next to you, still sound asleep, your positioned so that your feet are at the top of her bed by her head and your head is by the end of her bed by her feet.
You want to scare her by starting to playfully gnaw on her teeth to make her think that a mouse or rat or something like that is chewing on her feet. Slowly you inch your head towards her feet and soon you head is right by them and you then put your mouth on her big toe and start playfully gnawing. Suddenly you feel something quickly wisp by your side. Without thinking you move your head with her foot in your mouth and bang it into the wooden end of her bed, knocking yourself out cold.
A while later:
You stand up moaning and clutching your head. "Ouch, that was a complete waste, she didn't even wake up to get scared!" Looking around all you it is hard to see because of darkness. "Where am I?" you wonder aloud, "I can't be in her bed still, I wouldn't be able to stand up then." You try walking around to see where you are and get your bearings, but all you can make out is a large plain with some kind of ridge far away and that seems to be moving farther away by the minute.
You start to run towards the ridge, when sudden the very ground you are running on begins to move, like there's an earthquake and suddenly some light shines in from the far, far distance. Getting a better view of things you see that you are standing on a peach colored plain and the ridge that is moving off in the distance is some smooth, whitish surface. Thouroughly confused you continue your run towards the moving ridge as fast as you can.
After what seems to be the longest time the peach colored plain starts to dip down and you ridge looms closer and closer. You focus so much on ridge that you fail to notice the increase in slope and soon you trip and start sliding down the steep slope until you hit the ridge with an "Omph!" You stand up and look around and notice that the ground is covered in some type of mushy substance, your knee deep in whatever it is. You then walk over to the ridge and see that it shoots straight up from here and that it is not as smooth as it first appeared, it is filled with all sorts of cracks and ridges. You want to climb up and get a better view to see where you are.
You look up towards the top of the ridge and see that the top seems to be moving away and then you notice that your legs seem to be even deeper in the mush, "That's weird," you say frowning. You are either getting smaller somehow or this landscape is getting larger. "Oh well" you think as you begin climbing up to the top of the ridge as fast as possible.
Later you reach the top of the huge ridge, exhausted, and look around to again see almost nothing in the slightly brighter darkness. Suddenly the hard ground beneath your feet quakes and you fall forward off the edge of the ridge. You hit of the side of ridge as you fall and then start to slide against it. After several minutes of sliding the ground begins to even out beneath you and soon you come grinding to a halt.
You stand back up and once again the ground beneath you shakes and light shines in as the darkness is lifted from above. You look around...and your heart skips a beat. You just just realized where you are. You have shrunken and you are on your sister! You are small beyond belief too! You must be nearly microscopic compared to Isabel!
Right now Isabel is lying on her back and you are on her ankle. Miles off in the distance, down your sister's impossiple long legs, you can see a pair of black short shorts, and then past that you can see that she is wearing a hot pink shirt, and then extremely far off into the distance you can sortof see her enormous face, a landmass all its own.
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