You tried explaining to your son what had happened, but even you could tell that young Peter wasn’t listening to a word you said, too enraptured by your tiny form.
“This is a dream.” Peter murmured, slowly stroking his finger along your side, getting a feel for the sensation of you gripped in his hand. “It has to be. But it feels so real…”
“Peter, I promise you buddy, this isn’t a dream.” You insist, trying to use your firm dad voice. “I’m a real person, I just shrunk somehow!”
Peter laughs, looking down at you like he’s finally put the pieces together. “That’s what you always say, little dream guy.” Wait… your son has recurring dreams about finding a shrunken man? Oh no, that’s only going to make this harder for you to make him believe you.
“I’m telling the truth!” You insist. “Ask me anything.”
“Alright.” Peter agrees. “If this isn’t a dream, how did you get so small?”
“...er…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Peter laughed. “Dreams never have a good explanation for this stuff.” Unfortunately, neither did you. You just woke up like this all of a sudden and couldn’t explain how it happened. Magic? Science? Divine intervention? No matter the cause, the universe had deemed fit to let you shrink down to palm-sized and get found by your son who seemed to have a worrying interest in this sort of thing. Even worse, with him believing this was a dream, it was entirely possible Peter would do things too terrible to name to you just because he believed none of this was real. Your survival rate was sinking before your very eyes.
Peter frowned, inspecting you closely one last time. “You do look a lot like dad, though…”
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