The fuck? were the only words that came to mind. The experience of waking up in an unfamiliar location is a deeply unsettling one, but it's more often than not accompanied by symptoms of a hangover. Above him, Chris could see only a maroon sky. The little bit of light he was afforded illuminated a patch of blue under his body. He stood up and, in doing so, came into contact with the sky that was.... his bedsheets? He grasped around frantically, until he eventually found his way out from the sheets.This was definitely his bed, and around it was the rest of his room. Nothing had changed. Nothing, that is, save for his own size. Comparing himself to his pillow, he estimated that he must stand at around two inches in height. His first thought was to go back to sleep. After all, this was most likely a dream. Despite his hopes, he realized quickly that this couldn't be a dream. It was all too real.
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