Tiny Room

Andrew

I stepped into the small empty circle of her tiny apartment, the size of one-fourth of my bathroom, and looked around. The place, aside from the cramped-up space, looked decent enough. She had a tiny bed, a reading table with books piled on it, a tiny wardrobe, a door leading to a tiny kitchen, another door leading to what I believe should be a tiny restroom. Yes. Everything was tiny.

I turned and looked at her still leaning on the door, taking in deep, calming breaths.

Pam was the same girl I knew. She hadn’t changed. She was just adapting to her environment, from what I saw.

I was supposed to be having a headache, but the thought of my current surroundings made me disregard it. The increase in its intensity brought my focus back to it. I held onto my head and stared at Pamela. She read my mind almost immediately and quickly leaped off the door. She went to one of the drawers of her tiny table and brought out aspirin, went to the kitchen and fetched water in a glass cup, th