PUPARIA (G/T)

Sea, swallow me

A blinding light shone through the un-closed blinds, Hosah's eyes burning as he awoke in a cold sweat.

That dream. Fuck.

So familiar, yet so terrifying. Something about feeling your body become frozen in place over what feels like an eternity really messes with one's brain.

That, however, was not Hosah's main problem. He was, once again, tiny. For some, this would be a nightmare scenario. For Hosah however, this was about half of his life. Deciding he couldn't stand feeling dirty from subconsciously crawling through a field in a thunderstorm, he went on about his morning.

Things weren't actually that bad when he was alone in the, once small- now huge, apartment. After a while, you figure out a system to get around. Which is exactly what Hosah had done.

Luckily for him, the bathroom was an en suite, meaning he just had to make a mad dash across the floor to avoid any dust bunnies out to get him, and he'd be just about able to get a bath. Piece of cake for someone that does this routinely and is the weight of a leaf.

Finally, after scaling the tiled walls of the bathroom like a mountain goat, he'd made it onto the counter. There was already a wooden bowl in the sink prepared for if- or when, this would happen, all that needed to be done was turn the tap on and wait for the water to heat up.

Hosah clung to the faucet, positioning himself perfectly to sit on the spout, before leaning back, balancing on his torso and doing a sort of limbo to pull the lever until the hot water ran on full blast. He lifted himself back up into the sitting position, legs dangling off the edge, leaning over the feel the water. Nice.

It only took a minute for the water to heat up; meaning it was time for Hosah to jump down and start filling the bowl ready to bathe. Careful to avoid the high pressure water coming out of the tap, he made his way to the side of the bowl and pushed it directly under the stream.

Now, he really needed to be quick, this was no large bowl, and he didn't want to overfill the makeshift bath. Hosah scrambled his way back into his original position, except this time he just had to push the lever all the way back.

It would've been perfect if his socks didn't dampen in the sink whilst pushing the bowl toward the water, as just at the last second, Hosah slipped and lost his balance standing on the faucet. Luckily for him, he was a menace on the monkey bars about twenty years ago, as now he dangled off of the lever. Hosah jumped back down onto the counter with ease, just as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Damn. He looked like shit. Like, on-the-verge-of-death shit. Hosah stood leaning against the frame around the mirror, getting a close up of his unshaven stubble and grown own roots. He really needed to bleach his hair again.

It was a look he'd kept up with for almost five years, even though he thought he looked kind of ridiculous, it'd become part of his signature look. The only problem is it was no longer the icy colour he'd intended it to be, more like a yellow honey colour, one that was way too close to his skin's undertones, it washed him out completely.

Although he didn't want to think about his physical appearance anymore, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection in disgust. He didn't think he'd lost that much weight, but his hollowed cheeks and concave stomach said otherwise. Maybe his doctor was right after all.

Deciding this was a problem for the future, Hosah stripped off the already minimal clothing he had on and climbed down into the bath. This was probably his favourite part of being so small. Aside from sleeping anywhere and everywhere, because somehow it's socially acceptable to do so at such size, not that he was complaining.

For anyone else, the water would've been too hot, but for Hosah it was just right. He stretched out , slouching down deeper into the bowl, which was originally bought for side dishes of rice, finally taking a moment to clear his head of everything that had been bouncing around his mind the past day or so.