Emily was a 42 year old mother, with two daughters, Megan, and Sarah, age 15 and 17, and a son Davis, who just turned 12. Her husband of 20 years Jason was 45 years old.
She had taken the day off because of feeling under the weather. Emily stretched out her slender 5'10" body on the couch. Her dirty blonde hair pulled up in a mess bun.
At some point she drifted off into a deep sleep. When she stirred awake she was no longer on the couch, but in front of it.
Pushing to her feel she instantly knew something was wrong. The couch, and everything else towered above her. In her sleep she somehow shrank to barely a quarter of an inch tall.
"This can't be real!" She said in shock standing next to her own discarded size 10 sandals.
She struggled to fully believe that this wasn't a dream. While it all felt real, she knew it simply couldn't be. Even as she walked around the couch, and felt the cold floor under her bare feet she doubted this as reality.
The detail was just too accurate to be a dream she thought. "But, there's just no way." She said, her voice lacking conviction.
The metallic sound of the doorknob turning drew her undivided attention. The feeling in her throat was very real as she watch a massive figure stepping through the door.
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