Ageplot: waking up
Abby slowly swam up out of sleep, very reluctantly considering she'd been having a wonderful dream, and realized she was feeling kind of...odd.
She'd learned by now that when you woke up feeling a little funny, the first thing to do was to check and make sure all of your appropriate limbs and genitalia were in the appropriate places. She sat up to do that and realized the room had gotten much much bigger. And so had her bed. And her pillow. And her sheets.
She looked down to see little bitty hands clutching at the covers. Oh, god, the island had switched her age. Again. And from the size of her hands, she was much younger than twelve this time. She clambered out of bed and looked down. Yeah, she was definitely much much smaller now. And she was wearing little bitty pajamas with bunnies on them. Bunnies.
Stupid island. She padded over to the door and reached up to get to the doorknob, turning it with a little effort and then going over to Tony's room.
"Tony?" she called, in a very childish and slightly lisping soprano. "Are you awake?"
She'd learned by now that when you woke up feeling a little funny, the first thing to do was to check and make sure all of your appropriate limbs and genitalia were in the appropriate places. She sat up to do that and realized the room had gotten much much bigger. And so had her bed. And her pillow. And her sheets.
She looked down to see little bitty hands clutching at the covers. Oh, god, the island had switched her age. Again. And from the size of her hands, she was much younger than twelve this time. She clambered out of bed and looked down. Yeah, she was definitely much much smaller now. And she was wearing little bitty pajamas with bunnies on them. Bunnies.
Stupid island. She padded over to the door and reached up to get to the doorknob, turning it with a little effort and then going over to Tony's room.
"Tony?" she called, in a very childish and slightly lisping soprano. "Are you awake?"