Not Sarah’s.
The floor vibrated. A shadow fell over me, cold and sudden. I looked up.
It had to be the headset. The VR was still running—I could hear the faint electronic hum from somewhere in the carpet fuzz. If I could get back to it, put it on again, maybe the calibration would reverse.
I staggered upright. My legs felt wrong—too short, too light. My shirt hung off me like a tent, one sleeve dragging on the ground. My heartbeat was a drum in my throat. -VR- Height 15cm Looking at VR Get smaller and ...
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.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
My coffee table loomed above me like an overpass. The ceiling was a sky. The sofa was a cliff face. Not Sarah’s
The door closed behind her with a sound like a bomb going off.
Okay. Okay. Breathe.
I started walking.
“SARAH, LOOK DOWN!”
My girlfriend, Sarah, was standing in the doorway.
It came out like a mouse squeak. She didn’t even twitch. I looked up