My coffee table loomed above me like an overpass. The ceiling was a sky. The sofa was a cliff face.
Okay. Okay. Breathe.
She hadn’t seen me. Why would she? I was fifteen centimeters tall. Her bare foot—each toe the size of my torso—came down two meters to my left. The wind of it nearly knocked me over. -VR- Height 15cm Looking at VR Get smaller and ...
Fifteen centimeters. That’s what the display had read before I put it on. . My coffee table loomed above me like an overpass
“Hey little guy,” he’d said once, holding up a spider. “Time to die.” She hadn’t seen me
Every step was a marathon. A fallen Cheeto was the size of a throw pillow. A dropped coin was a manhole cover. The air smelled of dust and static and something else—something sweet and huge, like a giant’s breath.
She shrugged, muttered “weird,” and walked out.