She opened her eyes to find she had grown six feet, ten feet possibly even more. She towered over everything except her bed which seemed to have grown right along with her dwarfing everything else in the room. As she sat up feet dangling over the edge she instantly shrank.
Once again she matched the rest of the room in size and yet the bed that she now so desperately wanted to escape hadn’t shrunk down with her and the leap to the floor had become enormous. It was now a giant chasm, the distance widening between her feet and the floor. In a panic she withdrew her feet back up to the mattress unable to leap.
Her breath caught as she watched in surprise and amazement as all of the other furniture and objects suddenly skewed appearing to shrink down once again. It felt as if she was in a room no bigger than a room in the dollhouse which sat on her bedroom floor. It was cramped and the walls seemed to be closing in. It was quite impossible for her to fit into such a small space.
She closed her eyes tightly and swaying slightly where she sat counted to ten. She slowly opened her eyes to find that now she was small and all the objects and furniture in her room were much bigger than her. In her bed she seemed to have grown impossibly tiny, now it was if she was no bigger than the doll which lived in the dollhouse.
She pulled her blankets tight and her eyes slammed shut once again. This time she counted backwards. Her eyes opened on a world returned to normal and she leapt from her bed running to another bed not so far away and said “I’m scared everything is small, it’s all the wrong size!”
She was pulled into this bed and into a warm embrace that was just the right size “Climb in with me” said her mother. She scrambled into the big bed and watched as her mommy disappeared for a moment to return with two pink pills and a cool glass of water.
A few moments later with her mommy’s arms wrapped around her she began to feel big again, but mommy grew with her and so she was safe. Eyes closed she drifted for a few moments and the next time she opened her eyes she saw everything back to normal and whispered “the pink pills made everything right again.”
Her mother brushed her hair back from her forehead, kissed her gently on her still warm temple and whispered back ”just try to sleep now”, and so she did.
This was prompted by the real life words of "I'm scared everything is small, it's all the wrong size!" and "the pink pills made everything right again." which were spoken by my little one during the night while she had a raging high fever. I seem to recall having a similar experience as a child myself as does my husband, in fact he recalls having said the first sentence word for word at about the same age.
