The Slightly Ridiculous Adventures of Pocket Sam, Part 1
Sam had never been a particularly tall person, but from the moment he woke up that morning he knew something was wrong. Perhaps it was the ocean of duvet he was wrapped in, or maybe it was because the ceiling was just a little bit too far away, but something was definitely different.
Being a little short was one thing, but being only three inches tall was definitely new.
In the absence of a better plan, he decided to go about his normal routine as best as he could. It was easier said than done.
Sam almost killed himself falling out of bed, what had been a surmountable drop now like a great yawning chasm. It was after that he decided it was probably best if he called in sick to work, though using his phone was an adventure.
When his wife got up she almost stepped on him. Until he let out a loud, and very much human, scream.
"Sam? What the fuck? What are you doing down there?" Her voice boomed loud in his ears, and Sam could tell he was going to end up with a headache.
"I don't know what happened," he shouted back up to her. "Please don't step on me."
"Oh," she said, sounding surprised. She crouched down and scooped Sam up, depositing him on her shoulder. The motion made Sam feel a little bit sick. "Is that better?" she said, quieter this time, as though she was mindful of both his tiny eardrums and the fact he was close to her mouth.
"Much," he said, snuggling into the side of her neck. It was warm and smelled familiar and was really comforting when his world seemed to have gone topsy turvy.
"Any idea how this happened?"
"Nope. I'm just hoping I'll turn back at some point. What do i do in the meantime?"
"I'll look after you," Tonks said with a smile. "You hungry? Imagine how much of a feast one slice of toast is going to be!"
Sam couldn't manage a whole toast slice in the end, but he was grateful he had someone to look after him during his... predicament. When Tonks got dressed that day she put on a shirt with a pocket so she could carry him around, keep him safe. Sam ended up in clothes meant for an action figure twice his size, but he managed.
He could use his phone at least, which meant he wasn't bored, and Tonks made him coffee in an egg cup, which was basically a bucket for Sam now. He was fed, and snuggled and generally looked after, and even if it was a bit weird being three inches tall, Tonks made it feel okay.
"Thank you," he said as he climbed back into bed that night. "You've been great today."
"I try," Tonks said, and went to sleep.
It had been nice today, but he hoped that tomorrow he was back to his normal size.
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