Tamara regained consciousness quickly, but still felt noticeably tired. She was lying face-first on the floor of the playroom. The girl slowly opened her eyes and pressed her hands against the beige tiles to lift herself up. In her groggy state, she noticed that the pattern of the tiles was weirdly big.
“What happe-” she muttered, before looking up at her surroundings.
Two girls were playing with dolls right next to her. They looked enormous to Tamara. She pushed herself into a sitting position, just behind one of them. Sure enough, the toddler must have been double Tamara’s current height. The eight year-old’s tiredness rapidly faded as her eyes darted off in another direction. A boy was making “art” at a table, a girl and boy were playing house, and a lone girl was sat by the exit door. That girl made eye contact with Tamara, smiled, and waved.
“Wait,” the apparently shrunken girl thought, “Is that… the twerp I talked to when I came in?”
Tamara looked at the lone girl for a few more seconds, and decided that she had to have something to do with this. Quickly, she got on her feet and walked towards her. Focusing only on the girl by the exit, the eight year-old almost didn’t notice the toddler boy running by. In the nick of time, Tamara fell back as he bolted past. His shoe almost having crushed the poor girl.
“This has to be a dream,” Tamara panted.
Realizing that the floor of a daycare may not be the safest place to stop for a breath, the shrunken girl finished the short journey to the door.
“You!” Tamara angrily beckoned to the girl playing with dolls, “Why am I so small!?”
The little girl turned her head to the even littler girl that she had cursed. She smiled.