I tried staying put but it was absolutely hopeless, my mind just kept screaming at me how staying here meant losing any kind of control over my life and with it, the possibility of growing back.
I kept picturing things like having my hair destroyed by Emily, getting taught how to behave at all times unless I wanted to keep getting my face sprayed with water or something even worse, and basically becoming an eternal resident in her big dollhouse. I would be at this brat's mercy, so pretty much all possible scenarios were ending with "becoming Emily's doll for the rest of my life" in my head. The remote couldn't be repaired? Emily's doll. The remote was repaired but she didn't feel like growing me back? Emily's doll. The remote was repaired but she would just lie to me and tell me I was doomed? Emily's doll.
I didn't want to be Emily's doll, so I have no other option but to slowly go down the dollhouse stairs and once outside run towards the little beam of light that was visible under Emily's room door, feeling itchy due to the rough doll clothing I was forced to wear and falling down a few times on the carpeted floor because I couldn't see much around me, but I kept running fearing she would come back to pick me up and decide my fate. Luckily I was so small I could actually crawl under that tiny space, it was uncomfortable but it could be done! Once outside the room I couldn't help but do a little celebration dance until I heard a noise downstairs and I immediately ran against the wall to rest a bit and allow my eyes to get used to the lights of the hall.
Looking forward, I spent a second in awe of this perspective where absolutely everything looked so big and so out of my reach before thinking about my next move. If this house was anything like mine, the rooms would be upstairs so on the closed doors ahead of me I would probably find Dave's room, Emily's mom room and a bathroom, and downstairs I would find the living room, the dining room, maybe an office, the kitchen and another bathroom. I was also aware Emily's family has a dog, a cute small poodle that was pretty friendly but at my size would probably bite me to death if he found me. I didn't know if the dog was outside, downstairs or even in a room so I would have to be very careful.
Finally I recovered my energy and felt ready for another sprint, feeling relieved there was no further noise I started to move keeping close to the walls. I did not do it only for safety, but to force myself to make sense of my new position in the world as a tiny and vulnerable being in a world full of danger. I should never have touched that remote! Now even going back home seemed to be a life threatening experience
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