Larry awoke that
morning to the realization that during the night his head had shrunk to half of
its normal size. He was concerned.
During breakfast,
as he ate his frosted flakes, he also realized that breakfast was taking twice
as long. He hadn't thought of that.
The slightest
breeze took away his breath. The slightest bit of flatulence, the one
instance in the elevator in particular, made him gag. No one else seemed to
notice, but he felt like his head was still getting smaller.
He got home at
five o'clock, ate a meager dinner of Mac and cheese and went to bed, with the
hope he would be better in the morning.
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