Micro Adventure: Adventures of An Inch-Tall Me

By Jared M

I walked up to my table. As I put my hand on it, I closed my eyes. When I opened them, things were different. The table was a grey expanse: flat and foreboding. I was standing on it. The Lego minifigure beside me was suddenly taller than me. My Legos looked like huge buildings and I realized that I was now just over an inch tall. My door, I thought. I have to get to my door. I started to walk. I reached a tangle of action figures. Seeing no way around. I grabbed on to the hand of one and began to shimmy up the arm. Soon, I was walking unsteadily across the limbs of my own toys. One of the pose able limbs that I was perched on shifted. I felt myself fall and barely managed to grab on to the finger of another toy. My small body was easier to support. I pulled myself up and kept going. After passing mountains of plastic bricks, I reached the wall. I went to the tack-board that sat nearby and hopped on one of the pins. It wobbled, but held its place. Just to be sure, I went back and grabbed a tissue: A piece of it might work as a parachute. I tied it around me and began to traverse the pushpins.

I went to the first pushpin and jumped to the next. I almost slipped when I landed, but I righted myself. I slowly hopped down, slowly making my way down. Then, the tack I stood on popped out of the wall and I started to plummet. Thinking fast, I pulled out the tissue shred and used it to slow my descent. I landed pretty softly and began to walk to the door. Then, I heard a sound that made my blood run cold: “meow”.

I looked up in time to see the enormous face of my cat.  It seemed that her whiskers were like huge ropes and she looked the size of Godzilla. I sprinted away, but a quick swat of her paw sent me spinning across the floor. Glad that my tiny bones were still intact, I still refused to die at the “hands” of my cat. Regaining my footing, I stood up and ran, which only convinced her further that I was a plaything. I sprinted as fast as I could, with her normally soft footfalls sounding like a thunder behind me.  Salvation came in the form of a fly that was dumb enough to get between us. Not that it saved me… It just got close enough for me to hurl it at my cat, which was distracted long enough to stop and eat it.  I dived forward and slid on the small layer of dust on that part of my floor. Then, I was big again. I stood up and looked at my confused cat…  and that is why I’m getting a new table.

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