100 w/c by Mia

I woke up. I was so tiny, and it wasn’t as if I was undernourished. I knew I was in for a rough day, so I pulled on my shabby t-shirt and did my make-up. The day was normal, but I couldn’t help wondering if it was just a vivid dream. I even went the day without mocking my brother. All was well until dinner where there was, condiments on the table. I sniffed a bottle. The vinegar was too sharp. It made me queasy. Then I fell in. I banged on the bottle frantically. Thank God I got out…