Corey climbed carefully from his bed to the floor, clutching fistfuls of fabric from the sheets to make his descent.
He reached the floor and walked past his sneakers that he had placed on the floor next to his bed before going to sleep. They looked enormous.
"I must be about three inches tall!" Corey said aloud. The huge room swallowed in silence his squeaky voice.
He decided to find his older brother, Randy, and get him to help.
He scampered across the floor on his tiny bare feet. He made it to the door and stared out into the colossal hallway.
He saw the door to Randy's room had been left ajar. He raced across the hallway and entered Randy's room.
He found the huge room empty. The room also looked a mess. Randy had left clothing scattered everywhere, including on the floor. Old fast food boxes also collected in heaps on the floor.
Tiny Corey dodged between a discarded burger box and some of Randy's smelly, sweaty socks.
He saw his brother's gym bag turned on its side. Curious, he approached the bag, which looked bigger than an office building.
He saw some of his brother's work-out clothes. Randy had always been the big jock in the family.
Just to compare his tiny form with the clothes, Corey crawled into the bag. He stood next to a balled up pair of socks. They looked like a hill of cotton.
While he stood, staring up at the socks, a loud noise alarmed him. He saw his huge brother rush into the room.
"Randy!" Corey shouted. "Hey! Look down here!"
Randy didn't hear his shrunken brother's shouts. He grabbed up his gym bag.
Inside the bag, Corey hurtled to the bottom of the bag, trapped among his brother's clothing.
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