I looked down at my bed + realised that I was a giant lying in a field. I had to curl my legs to keep from troubling the boundary fences. It wasn't even a small field. It was a big field.
I remembered how it started one morning when I woke up + I was growing. I was growing so much that it woke me up.
The blanket was disappearing, but it wasn't disappearing at all, I was getting larger. Larger + larger. The furntiture was pushing against the walls. I had one foot out of the window. Then I was so big that it was only a toe. Then I was so big that everything was out of the window b/c the room wasn't any good anymore; much too small.
The whole wall was window, + the ceiling + floors, + the roof. The house was flat underneath me + I was v. embarrassed.
I was in the rubble of a house that used to be big enough, lying on my side still ((I was still in bed still)). The house was between me + the ground like it used to be, but not like it used to be. The distinction between the house + the ground was no longer distinct.
I stood up + bricks fell off. I stood up + wood + roof slate fell from my head + from my shoulders. Beams caught in my hair. Standing up I stood on houses. I stood on houses + cars + traffic lights. I was v. embarrassed.
I picked a street lamp like a flower. To console myself, or to see what it would be like. I was not consoled.
I was huge, expansive + mortified.
I stood in the crater + the crater came from me standing. I am not sure by this point if I was still growing b/c everything was reducing further away, too far to measure myself by. It was reduced by my feet as much as anything; regret. I made an effort to excuse myself.
I stepped as delicately as I could. Gingerly is the word. No catastrophe was ever so ginger as me. I wore down pavements in a step in place of thousands. I followed the roads. I trod gingerly, + the roads + the streets + the houses + signs disappeared beneath + the earth beneath them came up + over them, like standing in sand in the sea.
I was v. embarrassed, but by this point I was getting slightly mad about it. It wasn't my fault I said out loud, tho my voice at this size is the size of mountains. I didn't notice this + I was shouting. It was p. quiet besides. The sky was somehow beautiful, + there were clouds or no clouds.
So anyway, embarrassment aside, I'm huge now + airplanes are like flies.