Her butt felt bruised. How did I get here? she processed.
There was a long hallway in front of her with a tiny door at the very end.
She headed down the hallway…
…A hallway that she began to notice was not proportional. The walls were closing in around her with each step.
With her head at a 90 degree angle and compactly crouched down, she finally arrived at the tiny door.
Right in front of the door was an end table which was clearly crafted in the Victorian era. Set delicately upon the elegantly crafted table, as if planned, was a biscuit and a cup of tea.
Tied to the handle of the cup of tea was a white tag with raised and embossed glossy black text held on by a velvet red string. Next to the cup of tea was a biscuit that had another tag but the string was wrapped snuggly around the biscuit.
The one on the biscuit read, “Bigger.”
And the one hanging off the tea read, “Smaller.”
Using whatever minimal logic was required for this absurd situation she took a small bite of the one that said “Bigger,” thinking it may make the door bigger.
Instead, she began to grow bigger.
Panicking, she devoured the entire cup of tea.
Her panic settled as she slowly shrank.
Then shrank more.
Then way passed her normal size.
A new panic set in.
She was now way too small. And couldn’t reach the handle to the now ginormous door.
Luckily however, a crumb had dropped to the floor. And, at her current size a small bite from the missed crumb should get her to an appropriate size to be able to open the door. She took a bite, and, began to grow.
And grow.
And then…
Stopped growing at just the right size.
She opened the door and…
There was another door.
She rolled her eyes. This kept happening and the doors kept getting smaller.
Until finally…
She opened the final door and…
Her heavy batch of processing was completed. Her camera turned back on, and normal processing resumed.
“Oo, heavy processing can be such a trippy experience.” She said to Jon.
“Wait, you’re telling me you didn’t have eyes on me that whole time? What would I have done if someone snuck up on me with a gun, or a dog tried to attack me!?” Jon replied in protest.
“Jon, that almost never happens, you’re sitting on a bench waiting to meet a client. You’re fine.” Anna Iris apathetically responded.Want All The Books For Only $7 dollars Per Month?
I release a new book every month about one of Jon’s full adventures. You’ll also be able to buy them on amazon at full price if you prefer them there. But other perks come with a subscription like the opportunity to name characters and be apart of my writing process.