Michelle continued her careful steps through the house, her gaze fixed on the dollhouse in the corner of the living room. "Okay, little ones," she said gently as she approached. "Mommy's going to put you somewhere safe for a little while."
She carefully opened the dollhouse door. Inside, the miniature rooms were perfectly scaled for her children's new size. The tiny furniture looked just right, the little beds inviting, and the overall space seemed like a cozy haven. It felt strangely natural to see her little dolls – her children – nestled within this beautiful miniature home. It was as if the dollhouse had always been waiting for them.
Gently, Michelle placed Christy inside the tiny living room. "Here you go, sweetie. Be careful."
Christy looked around at the miniature sofa and fireplace, her eyes still wide but with a hint of curiosity. "It's so cute, Mom! It's just our size!"
Next, Michelle carefully settled Alexis beside her sister. "And you, my little love. Stay close to Christy."
Alexis, still a little tearful, sniffled. "Okay, Mommy. But don't leave us for too long."
Finally, she placed Daniel, who was already looking around with excitement, near a tiny bookshelf filled with even tinier books. "And you, my brave little explorer. But no running off, okay?"
"Wow!" Daniel exclaimed, reaching out to touch a minuscule toy car on a shelf. "This is awesome! It's like our own little house!"
Michelle smiled softly at them, a wave of relief washing over her now that they were in a safe place. "It is, isn't it? You just stay here. Mommy needs to go and think for a little bit, and maybe see if Daddy left any notes about his invention."
"Okay, Mom," Christy said, holding Alexis's hand.
"Be careful, Mommy," Alexis added, her voice still a little shaky.
"Can we play in here?" Daniel asked, already engrossed with a tiny toy soldier.
"Yes, sweetie," Michelle replied. "You can play in there. Just stay inside, alright?"
She watched them for another moment, the sight of her tiny children in their perfectly proportioned dollhouse strangely comforting. It was as if they belonged there, little figurines in a meticulously crafted world.
With a deep breath, Michelle turned and headed towards the kitchen, her mind focused on finding any clue Richard might have left behind. The house felt normal, familiar, but the knowledge that her children were now the size of dolls added a surreal layer to the ordinary surroundings. Her only thought was to find a way to make them big again and bring them back to their normal lives.
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