One week later

As I woke up, I almost thought I was still in bed. I gazed at a cardboard ceiling, and felt a leather cloth as clothes. I look around, remembering where I was. I had to admit, my shoebox matched my room, scale-wise. I remember as a kid, I tried to make my kit match my room as much as possible. I thought it would help me cope with the change. In a way, it kind of did. The only difference, was that this room was clean.

GROWL

My stomach didn't feel like thinking, it was hungry. I hopped out of my cotton ball bed, and walked over to a film canister, about my height. I tug at the lid, and it pops off. I look inside to see a bucket of granola. I smile as a grab a handful and start eating my breakfast.

“Granola,” I groaned “the breakfast of the small.”

After eating some granola, I went over to the water feeder to get a drink. It used to belong to my friend's hamster, but he gave it to me for my kit. As a I lapped water from the bottle, I silently thanked him again.

With a full stomach, I decided to check my supplies. The water was half full, minus one drink. I peered into the film canister of granola, only showing as half full.

“Wonderful!” I moaned “Halfway through supplies, and my caretaker father hasn't been here yet.”

I knew Dad wasn't forgetful, our rule is once a week checkup anyways. Which meant I had to wait all day to get resupplied.

“Alright.” I pondered “What can I do to do pass time today?”

After a few minutes if thinking, I snapped my fingers to an idea. My thirteen year old little brother made a park for shrunken people. He called it “Shrinkee Park”. It actually did look really good, considering he made it out of a bunch of his toys.

“Okay,” I said as I crawled under the door “off to Shrinkee Park!”

With massive luck, my brother's room was just across the hall. Unluckily however, the carpet's thickness slowed me down. Only a bit though, as I quickly overcame it to get to my brother's room.

His room wasn't much different from mine, a few extra posters and toys strewn about. I climb up a small block tower, trying to get my bearings about his room. I knew that if I looked around enough, I could've found his survival kit. But, I knew Mom's number one rule about being shrunk: Don't steal from other people's supplies.

With some looking around, I saw it in the corner. A construct of toys, made for someone my size. Otherwise known as Shrinkee Park. I hopped down from the blocks and made my way over. I didn't look for any place to hide, since the only people home were myself and Dad.

The moment I got to Shrinkee Park, I went nuts. Slides, tiny rollercoasters, and a multitude of rides to amuse me. I'd never tell my brother, but his little park was the funnest thing I've done since shrinking. I even tried a plastic bowl he turned into a pool. It was as big as the city pool to me. I almost laughed at the tiny towels he had placed at the edge of the tiny pool. After drying off and getting my cloth back on, I looked up at the clock on my brother's wall. Ten thirty am was a good time to get back to my room, since Dad usually makes his resupply of my stuff at eleven.

I start to trek across my brother's room, Shrinkee Park disappearing from view. I knew I'd be visiting again soon. That place was way to much fun.

The walk across the hall was still bothersome, as the carpet was hard to walk through. The shaking floor didn't help either.

“Wait,” I thought “why is to floor shaking?”

The answer to my question, was mildly terrifying. As I looked towards the stairwell, a pair of ears came into view. With each shake, I saw more. A head, broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and a beer belly, this was a giant of a wolf. This was my father. Only a week ago, he was a few inches taller than me. Now, I'm bug-sized to him. As he was up the stairs and stepped towards my room, his house-sized feet came closer. I started running, but his steps shook so much, I was knocked backwards, and somehow landed on his left foot by a stroke of luck.

My luck however was short-lived, as his steps into my room, launch me towards my survival kit. I didn't even have time to rub my head, as my father quickly found me.

“SON!” Dad boomed “ARE YOU OKAY?”

“Yes Dad,” I moaned “Just peachy.”