Sara approached the fridge. It was a large steel grey structure with double doors that had an ice maker built into one of the doors. It was truly a hulking piece of machinery compared to his meager size currently. What Jordan wasn’t prepared for was the visual overload of his ocular sense as the bright refrigerator lights shone about. A sea of colors bombarded him. Giant bottles of orange juice and milk, butter sticks larger than him. Various dishes of leftovers and food waiting to be cooked. Jordan struggled to take it all in. He ate so little in comparison this alone looked like a lifetime supply of food.
While sensory overload was unexpected. Jordan had been preparing for the blast of cold air that was inevitably going to hit him when Sara opened the fridge door. As much as he thought he was ready he was not. Almost immediately he felt a chilling wind of what felt like sub-zero artic air washes over him as Sara surveyed the fridge.
“I want a drink, but I don’t know what I want,” Sara said as Jordan looked on overwhelmed by all the gigantic options.
Jordan pressed his body a bit more into Sara’s hand as he watched her look through the fridge. The warmth from her hand felt relaxing in the otherwise cold air being blown out from the fridge. Jordan watched her Survey the fridge until her eyes finally settled on a group of Soda and energy drinks.
“Even those drink cans dwarf me,” Jordan said louder than he intended.
“Yeah, I doubt you could even move them. You are pretty strong for your size, but that can is not in your weight category.” Sara added as she tried to decide what she was in the mood for.
“I could move one of those cans. What are you talking about?”
“No way, you can’t even stand up in my hand because the air from the fridge is so cold, let alone moving a cold can. You’re crazy.”
“Move me to the fridge. Which drinks do you want.”
“We don’t need to do this. You are very strong. I was wrong.” Sara said, hoping to diffuse the situation.
“You are humoring me. Move your hand over there.”
“You are such a boy sometimes. Fine.” Sara said, relenting and moving her hand over the fridge shelf. “For the record, this is not a good idea. If I feel anything is unsafe, I’m pulling you out.”
“It’s just a fridge but fine, whatever lets you sleep at night. As they say.” Jordan said as Sara moved her hand toward the shelf with the four large cans. As soon as Jordan stepped onto the clear glass shelf, it felt like he was in a fantasy land. The large objects on the clear shelves above and below him seemed even more enormous. As Jordan walked across the clear shelves, he could feel his fear of heights starting to kick in. He quickly closed his eyes and tried to push out any thoughts of breaking through the glass and falling to his doom.
“I guess I’ll take the soda in the back in the orange can,” Sara said as she watched Jordan walk deeper into the fridge. She stifled a bit of laugh as it was comedic seeing what used to be a full-sized person walking deep into a fridge to show off by pushing a can towards her. However, she didn’t want to hurt feelings or pride as this had seemed like the most himself he had been since the Smallera ordeal began.
Jordan stepped behind the can glancing upward, noting how much bigger it was than he thought. As soon as he placed his hands onto the cold can he pulled them away. The coldness of the can was painful on his hands. He wondered if it was due to his size. He remembered Sara’s demonstration with the cement being way too hot for him. He figured the inverse must be true as well.
“Jordan, please don’t hurt yourself,” Sara said, having watched him pull his hands away quickly. She figured she would try giving him an out one last time.
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