HGlock SM - Please Don't Step On Me.pdf (2025) [WRITING]

Martin had been feeling ill for several days now. He chalked it up to a nasty cold going around, but this morning when he woke up, he realized something was very, very wrong. When he sat up in bed, his head was barely above the mattress! Standing up, he saw that the top of his head only came up to the window sill. Somehow, he had shrunk down to the size of a bug overnight!

Panicked, he looked around the room, trying to take in his perspective from this new tiny viewpoint. The bed loomed like a canyon, the furniture like skyscrapers. His wife Karen was still asleep, her body a mountain range under the covers.

Martin knew he needed help. Filled with desperation, he scurried out of the room, using the sides of the carpeted stairs like a fast-moving staircase. He had to find a way to reverse this...but where to start?