Mary tried to find ways to pass the time as a one-inch woman while waiting for someone to arrive. She walked around on her desk, comparing her height to pencils and seeing if her weight could depress a keyboard key. The one thing about being so small that truly amazed her was how gigantic everything looked. It was like she was standing on a wide skyscraper staring up at a solid sky. The monitor was the size of an apartment building and a post-it pad was like four king-size beds pushed together in a square. Her entire perspective was changed, and she began to appreciate being six feet tall most of the time.
After an hour and a half, a knock came from the front door. Mary dashed to the edge of her desk. "COME IN! COME IN!" she shouted. She didn't think her voice would be heard, but it didn't stop her from taking the chance. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the door open and someone walk into the house.
"Thank goodness I didn't lock that door," Mary thought. She clammed right up, though, when she heard the voice of her would-be rescuer.
"Mary? Are you here?" It was her sister, Faye. Of all the people, Mary would have gladly been rescued by her best friend, or even her boss. Faye was her younger sister by a few years, and there had always been friction. Mary had to admit, it was mostly her own fault. Being an older sister instilled a superiority that caused quite a bit of animosity. Yet, Faye had answered her distress call. Did that prove she still cared for Mary as a sister despite Mary's cruel treatment, or was she hoping the calamity that she was about to bail Mary out of would be something she could lord over Mary's head for the rest of their lives?
Mary half-wanted to hide behind one of the numerous objects on her desk so that Faye wouldn't find her and leave. But she had no idea whether anyone else was going to respond to her cry for help, or how long it would take for them to arrive. She might just have to suck it up and deal with the humiliation.