Down: The Fall

Chapter Eight: Waking Up Part 2

"Roooorooorooo....roooroooaroooo....roooooroooooarooo"! "mmmh...stuaooawpped... raauuwssstuuer..shaaadup...shat..up...shut up you conflabbed ignorant rooster...shut your beak or I'm gonna come out there and ring your neck!"the farmer yelled as he sat grogaly up in his bed.

To his surprise the rooster was justified in its crowing for once because the sun's rays were pouring in through his bedroom window. "what time is it?" he said as he went to pull his sheets off himself.

Something was wrong the sheets wouldn't budge. where was his pillow? He'd awoken to find himself laying flat on his bed with something very heavy on top of him. Looking around he realized that the sheets themselves were the heavy thing on top of him.

To his amazement there was a lot more covering, including his blanket than when he'd fallen asleep. The bedding was piled up like bug hills around him soft and white like clouds. He would have thought he'd died and gone to heaven if he hadn't pinched himself right off. You can't feel pain in heaven and it hurt when he'd pinched himself so there you go.

The farmer grabbed the bedding underneath him and pulled himself free of the mounds of sheets. He stood up and looked around.

It was like a movie or some crazy cartoon. Everything was big , making him feel like a toy, kinda big. He didn't panick, but just stood their in utter amazement. It was very shocking to wake up this small, yet the farmer seemed completely fascinated.

His mind came to quick focus as s loud rumbbling sound began to fill the air. It became so loud it began ti seem to shake his whole body. The surface beneath him began to shift, and he list his balance falling over.

He rolled over on his back and looked up, and fear clenched his heart. Tiger stood over him looking very intently at him, his tail twitching about. It was as if he were studying him trying to figure him out. The farmer just couldn't tell if he was being studied as a meal or as a potential friend."Ho boy it's just me, good ole Clyde...you know me... don't ya...the one who feeds ya" the farmer questioned.

"Merow" the large cat gave a puzzled look. Clyde couldn't tell if he recognized him or not. Suddenly a paw shot out batting his naked body sideways sending him screaming tumbling. He rolled to a stop and covered his face defensively against anymore attacks. Something wet and rough rubbed up his arm. Tigger was licking him, was he cleaning him or seeing if he tasted good? Had he been just playing with his food before? The farmer shuddered at the thought. He said a quick prayer in case he was about to die. He may be about to see Vera sooner than he had thought.

As if reading his thoughts the cat rubbed its body gently against his small frame purring loudly as if saying " it's alright I'm not gonna eat you, I'm just glad to see ya."

It was weird but he could have swore he'd just heard those words in his head.

The cat just lay there curled up next to him a while just purring as if watching over him. The farmer sit there a while himself, at least a couple hours, just taking it all in.

Finally when the digital alarm clock on the stand beside the bed read 10:00 and his stomach began to growl he thought about getting off the bed.

The feat of getting off the bed seemed insurmountable at first. He was very high up for his new size. Just jumping off out of the question, climbing down would be tricky, and he didn't forsee anyone coming and getting him down. He stood up and began to study his surroundings, looking for any way down. He finally found a viable opption, the alarm clock cord. It ran down to the plugin under the bed.

The gap between the nightstand and bed was about four feet wide, well to him it was. He backed up to get a running start, and took off running. At the edge of the bed he jumped clearing the gap perfectly by an extra foot (by little person measurements).