I am, quite literally, the size of a mouse.

I’m not hallucinating either…at least, I don’t THINK I am…but how can I really be sure? Is it possible to know you’re hallucinating WHILE you’re hallucinating, or is it like being crazy-you know, where you don’t realize you are (crazy, that is), but everyone around you does? And for that matter—

—sorry. I’m getting sidetracked, aren’t I? Anyways, back to the story: so, like I said, I’m the size of a mouse. “How did that happen?” you ask? “How did you get so small?” Quite honestly? I have NO idea.

One second I was standing in the field behind my house (I live in the middle of nowhere), and the next…well, I was still standing in the field behind my house. Except, I was staring up at what appeared to be a twenty-foot flower. Yeah. A twenty-foot flower.

Do you have any idea how TRAUMATIZING realizing a FLOWER is bigger than you is? No? Well, let me tell you—it’s AWFUL . So awful, in fact, that upon seing this twenty-foot flower…I promptly fainted.