Derek wakes up in the next morning and reaches for the bed table, only to find his hand hitting more bed. Curious, he sits up only to find the bed, and the whole bedroom, was humongous. “What the hell!” he shouted.
Derek stood up and looked around. Comparing his size to his pillow, Derek estimated he was about a foot tall, if that much. His thoughts then went back to the events of the previous day. He remembered the statue he broke; more to the point, what it was a statue of; two fairies kissing.
The phone on the bed table rang and Derek jumped from his bed to the table and answered, putting it on speakerphone. “Derek, are you there!” Sonya shouted, extreme panic in her voice.
“I’m here, Sonya; did you shrink, too?”
“Yes, you were right Derek, I think we were cursed!” Sonya said before she let out a sharp sudden groan over the phone.
“Sonya, what’s going--” Derek’s words were cut off when a sudden jolt of energy shot throughout his body, causing him to collapse onto his knees.