Joe made it home to his house.
He lay down on the grass in the front yard, and simply watched as his body grew smaller. His clothes slid, bunched in odd places, and basically looked like they were slowly consuming the man wearing them as his body grew smaller. And smaller. Then, smaller still.
his shoes and socks fell off his feet.
His head was pulled down inside the collar of his white, short-sleeved shirt. "This is amazing," he said aloud, not quite sure if he was having a bizarre dream or not. He chose to believe it was not a dream because the sensations he felt were quite intense. He felt like he had been caught in a whirlpool that was pulling him down, down, down into something much different.
His head disappeared into his collar and the shirt collapsed, but the shrinking Joe tumbled into his slacks, ending in the left leg as he tumbled down the tunnel. Even while falling through the leg of his own pants, the shrinking continued at a now furious pace, but in the darkness he could no longer watch as the world seemed to expand around him.
he wondered how small he'd be when it was all over...
He wondered how small he was gonna shrink, as long as he didn't get too small to get into his house.
how small would Joe get.