Chapter 1: Morning Comes (ID #100895) an addition by: Sage ![View forestsage's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-40.gif) More by this author You're staying at your best friend's house while your parents are out of town. Your friend's parents will be gone for the weekend, so you will have a blast this weekend!
"Let's get some sleep," your friend tells you as the two of you go back to the bedroom. You watch your friend get into bed, settling under the white sheets. You crawl inside the blue sleeping bag on the floor and rest your head on a pillow.
Your friend clicks off the light and says "Good nite," and starts to fall asleep.
"Good nite," you say back as you too get ready for sleep. It's a very quiet night, and you have no problem falling to sleep knowing that you will have a fun time this weekend with your friend.
There is the warm feeling of light dancing on your eyelids, and you can tell that it is morning. You slowly open your eyes, but you're still tired and you can't make much sense of the world around you. You can hear a ticking sound, and it sounds strange as it grows louder and louder. "What the?" you think to yourself.
Just then you hear it stop growing louder, and you can tell now that it's your friend's clock. But it's too loud to be a clock. You finally get your eyes adjusted to the morning light and you almost scream when you see what is around you. You have shrunk to about 2 inches and are lying in a sea of blue cloth folds in the middle of your friend's huge room.
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