Choking…Billy was choking bad. He gasped for breath and fell to his knees unable to get enough oxygen through his wheezing. In what felt like slow motion Billy’s consciousness started drifting away. Before he lost awareness he saw the mountain falling back towards him. Darkness.
Coughing, Billy came back to consciousness. He was face down in a pool of his own vomit. The smell stank. Who knows if it was the stench or some other stimulant that prodded him to consciousness. But he opened his eyes and beheld his new world.
The expanse of his mom’s bathroom was huge. It was like being in the Grand Canyon, or with Billy thought of as the Grand Canyon. Slowly Billy was able to roll himself to a sitting position and white that his face cleaning off whatever gunk and dried on his lips and chin. His mom was gone; he was alone in the expanse.
How much time has passed? Where did his mom go after she tried to kill him?
Mom tried to kill me. Mom, had tried to kill me! I thought went through Billy's head over and over again.
Billy skin itched and his throat felt swollen. There was a feeling of cold moisture in the air and looking around he saw puddles nearby. Staggering, Billy made his way to one of them. But these were not puddles. They were the opposite of puddles. The water set above the ground and somehow hell itself together. How small did he have to be for water to be able to hold itself like that? Not thinking too much, Billy punched his hands into the reverse puddle and water splashed against his face wiping away the burning sensation. He dumped his head into the fluid breaking whatever seal held it and it washed away around him running over his toes.
Feeling a modicum of better, Billy‘s mind start to work. He remembered the remote. It had to still be in his mothers room. It had to be. With the weather options Billy started the long track across the white tile floor towards the massive white door in the distance. He had to get to the remote and get himself back to normal.
Has Billy made his way over the tile floor he noticed a pattern to the water left on the ground around him. He was too close to the ground to see the exact outline but he could imagine what they look like; foot prints, massive foot prints. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what probably it happened.
As Billy walked he put together a quick narrative of events. He had passed out from the poison. His mom for whatever reason I’ve given up looking for him and stead head focused on her morning activity. She is probably taking a shower and this water left on the ground was the result of her stepping out of that shower. A chill went down Billies spine thinking how easy it would’ve been for her to have stepped on him and not even be aware of it. That first puddle had been very close. The idea of his monstrous mother towering over him like she had, what to him had been moments before, made his stomach feel like there’s a rock in it.
If the ground was still wet … So she couldn’t be that far ahead right? How long would it take for the water to dry? Billy didn’t know.
He stopped twice more to wash in the watery foot pads and even took a drink from one. He tried not to think that this water had dribbled off his mother’s foot. Finally, he made it to the corner of the massive portal that led out of the bathroom. Billy was shocked at the berm that marked the border between bathroom and bedroom. He knew that that slight uprising which was meant to help seal one room from another was barely a fraction of an inch in height. But to him, it was a distinctive landscape change; The equivalent to taking one or two steps on a staircase. That meant that he was less than an inch tall. Maybe, Billy feared his hike we measured in centimeters. For the first time, Billy realized he probably wouldn’t be able to work the remote without help. He stayed there in the doorway thinking about his situation. How could he get the remote to work if he was so small?
Getting a grip, really took the step up and over the small barrier and entered the massive bedroom that laid beyond.
Coughing, Billy came back to consciousness. He was face down in a pool of his own vomit. The smell stank. Who knows if it was the stench or some other stimulant that prodded him to consciousness. But he opened his eyes and beheld his new world.
The expanse of his mom’s bathroom was huge. It was like being in the Grand Canyon, or with Billy thought of as the Grand Canyon. Slowly Billy was able to roll himself to a sitting position and white that his face cleaning off whatever gunk and dried on his lips and chin. His mom was gone; he was alone in the expanse.
How much time has passed? Where did his mom go after she tried to kill him?
Mom tried to kill me. Mom, had tried to kill me! I thought went through Billy's head over and over again.
Billy skin itched and his throat felt swollen. There was a feeling of cold moisture in the air and looking around he saw puddles nearby. Staggering, Billy made his way to one of them. But these were not puddles. They were the opposite of puddles. The water set above the ground and somehow hell itself together. How small did he have to be for water to be able to hold itself like that? Not thinking too much, Billy punched his hands into the reverse puddle and water splashed against his face wiping away the burning sensation. He dumped his head into the fluid breaking whatever seal held it and it washed away around him running over his toes.
Feeling a modicum of better, Billy‘s mind start to work. He remembered the remote. It had to still be in his mothers room. It had to be. With the weather options Billy started the long track across the white tile floor towards the massive white door in the distance. He had to get to the remote and get himself back to normal.
Has Billy made his way over the tile floor he noticed a pattern to the water left on the ground around him. He was too close to the ground to see the exact outline but he could imagine what they look like; foot prints, massive foot prints. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what probably it happened.
As Billy walked he put together a quick narrative of events. He had passed out from the poison. His mom for whatever reason I’ve given up looking for him and stead head focused on her morning activity. She is probably taking a shower and this water left on the ground was the result of her stepping out of that shower. A chill went down Billies spine thinking how easy it would’ve been for her to have stepped on him and not even be aware of it. That first puddle had been very close. The idea of his monstrous mother towering over him like she had, what to him had been moments before, made his stomach feel like there’s a rock in it.
If the ground was still wet … So she couldn’t be that far ahead right? How long would it take for the water to dry? Billy didn’t know.
He stopped twice more to wash in the watery foot pads and even took a drink from one. He tried not to think that this water had dribbled off his mother’s foot. Finally, he made it to the corner of the massive portal that led out of the bathroom. Billy was shocked at the berm that marked the border between bathroom and bedroom. He knew that that slight uprising which was meant to help seal one room from another was barely a fraction of an inch in height. But to him, it was a distinctive landscape change; The equivalent to taking one or two steps on a staircase. That meant that he was less than an inch tall. Maybe, Billy feared his hike we measured in centimeters. For the first time, Billy realized he probably wouldn’t be able to work the remote without help. He stayed there in the doorway thinking about his situation. How could he get the remote to work if he was so small?
Getting a grip, really took the step up and over the small barrier and entered the massive bedroom that laid beyond.
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June 10, 2023
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