Malcolm removed his slippers, and heaved himself onto his bed. "I never knew that our bed was this large." he said to himself, looking at the bed.
It was true, he definitely was getting smaller - his feet were hardly touching the floor.
He stared at his bare feet, as his toes wriggled like worms.
'This ain't right. Maybe I'm hallucinating', Malcolm erroneously surmised.
Malcolm shook his head. It must be all the stress. He had been trying to lose weight, but you don't lose inches all at once. He was very baffled at what was happening to him. Maybe he had lost weight, and been so wrapped up in work and his personal life that he hadn't noticed.
Getting up off the bed, he removed his baggy t-shirt, and he looked down at himself. Now, he was in only his bright red vest, and black boxers, which, bizarrely, were shrinking with Malcolm.
He felt himself shrink another inch, and yes, his vest and boxers shrunk with him.
Suddenly overwhelmed with the reality of his shrinking body, Malcolm sits dazed and confused. "I don't believe it." he mused. "I'm shrinking. I really am shrinking."
Malcolm sunk to the floor, and hugged his knees to his chest. And, trying to be brave like a kid after falling down, he fought back the sting of tears in his eyes.