The knock at the door sounded too far away. As if it was in a parking lot a shopping center over. It was still loud, booming.
You could feel it in your 18 year old bones.
Slowly you rose to your feet, shivering because the blanket wasn't covering you. Wait. Why were you naked? Where was your under... With horror you realized your new stature, just under the length of a dollar bill. You shrieked, scrambling to decide on what course of action to take.
"Cory, you up man? It's just you and me for the weekend, I was figuring I would make us breakfast." It was your 25 year old brother Mark on the other side of the door. He wasn't the worst, but this sort of courtesy was a little out of the norm for him.
"Just a minute! I'll be down when I get dressed!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, hoping your tiny voice could carry the message through to the hallway.
Did Mark hear you? Would he believe you? Would you have enough time to get away and regroup?
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