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And his foot was already rising.

“No, no, no—!”

The carpet rose up like a shaggy jungle. Each fiber was a pale, twisted tree trunk as tall as my chest. I landed on my hands and knees—soft, thank God, but the impact shuddered through my tiny bones. The headset had tumbled off somewhere in the drop, and for a second I was just… there. On my hands and knees. The size of an action figure.

She didn’t hear me. Of course she didn’t. I was less than six inches tall. I might as well have been a cricket. -VR- Height 15cm Looking at VR Get smaller and ...

Fifteen centimeters. That’s what the display had read before I put it on. .

I ran. The carpet ripped at my bare feet. I dodged a fiber, leaped over a dust bunny the size of a boulder. She was already lifting her foot.

My coffee table loomed above me like an overpass. The ceiling was a sky. The sofa was a cliff face. And his foot was already rising

He didn’t see me. Not yet. But he was walking toward the headset. Toward the only thing that could save me.

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.

She shrugged, muttered “weird,” and walked out. I landed on my hands and knees—soft, thank

My girlfriend, Sarah, was standing in the doorway.

I tried to shout. “SARAH! DOWN HERE!”

The floor vibrated. A shadow fell over me, cold and sudden. I looked up.