Malcolm felt himself shrink a few inches.
it was a bit noticeable, for his clothes seemed to look... looser.
Of course, Becky had failed to take into account that the shrinking spell would have no effect on clothing.
Malcolm sighed, and shook his head. 'That ain't right. Maybe I'm hallucinating', Malcolm erroneously surmised. he seemed to be a bit smaller than before.
He decided maybe he was just tired; after all, carrying most of the moving boxes was hard work. 'Maybe a nap would recharge my energy.' he thought.
With that, he removed his slippers, and clambered onto the bed he and his wife shared. "I never knew that our bed was this large." he said to himself, looking at the bed.
He then yawned, and fell asleep.
But as he slept, he started to shrink more and more.
he stopped shrinking at....