Erica hiccuped, and a little burp followed.
"Oop, exc-excuse me..." she mumbled to herself, then quickly remembering that she was now sat on her own. It was late in the evening but that didn't stop the guests heading to the dance floor.
The 30 year old arts saleswoman was starting to feel the drink flowing through her veins reaching her head now. It had been a long day and now it was time to relax and unwind amidst the chaos.
She had attended her work colleagues wedding, having known her for little over a year. But Erica and Sammy had become good friends in the time they had worked with each other and the invite to her wedding only cemented their friendship.
The wedding had been fairly tradition. Tops and tails, dresses, bouquets and all. The evening dinner had been finished not more than 20 minutes ago and now everyone was dancing. Mainly the kids and parents, whilst everybody else mingled.
Erica didn't know anybody, the guests mainly being Sammy's old friends and family from where she came from originally. Everybody seemed nice enough, single people, couples and families were all there and Sammy seemed to know lots of people from all different walks of life. As Erica scanned the dance floor, she noticed the middle-aged woman who had introduced herself at the door to the reception. Possible Sammy's mother or close relation. The kids that kept talking behind her, kicking her chair while the wedding went on, even after she asked them to stop and having shushed them. The two gentleman who had picked her up after she fell over on her way to the toilet danced in a hilarious drunken state, and the various other guests she had met throughout the day. There was no sign on the bride and groom, who had their first dance only minutes ago.
She smiled and gripped her glass again and raised it to her red-coated lips. Hiccuping again, she accidentally tipped a little bit of champagne onto her cream dress.
"Bollocks!" she muttered and quickly dabbed at the splash on her thigh, and took a sip of her drink. "Bloody hiccups... Good thing it won't show too bad." Putting her glass back down, she shuffled her dress around her breasts after noticing it had become slack on her body, pulling up the dress from the front of her round breasts. She couldn't wait to get out of it, as much as she liked wearing it. Same went for her heels, she could feel her feet swelling now and couldn't wait to get a bag of frozen peas on them to cool them off.
A popular song blared from the DJ's speakers, and soon more than most of the guests that had stuck around was on the dance floor, but Erica decided to continue to watch the fun-loving crowd. And that's when she sneezed.
It felt like a sneeze, cough and burp all at the same time. The kind of sneeze that makes you feel like you've split your diaphragm open and Erica blacked out for only a moment, leaning over the table.
She came too as the blood that rushed to her head subsided and regained her vision and other senses. And, in a way, instantly wish she hadn't. She was now stood on the table she was sat around, standing next to her tall champagne glass, now not more than half an inch tall in her tiny dress.
What had happened to her? What will she do next?!
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