My wife is going to kill me if I don’t stop shrinking

Dear Medical Review Board,<br><br>I didn’t know where else to turn. If you can help, I’d be grateful.<br><br>I know that I’m wasting my time reaching out with a problem that has no logical or scientific explanation. I understand that I’m probably wasting my time. Soon I won’t be able to type on a keyboard anymore.<br><br>I’m terrified for my life. <br><br>Less than a month ago, I was a happily married man with a loving wife. We’ve been together for eight blissfully happy years. I have everything I could ever want. I have a wonderful wife, a well-paying job, a nice home. A perfect life with no problems. My wife has always been the love of my life, and I can’t think of a single argument we’ve ever had. I was afraid that she was going to kill me if I didn’t stop shrinking. <br><br>It all started three weeks ago, when the sheets were just a little loose. I thought nothing of it. My wife joked that I looked cute in our bed by myself. I was flattered by her comment, but she joked back that it was because I looked small. She explained herself by saying that the sheets were probably loose because the dry cleaners had shrunk them. <br><br>The next night was when I first noticed it for myself. My side of the bed looked particularly large in comparison to my stature. I remember laughing at the sight as my wife climbed into bed and pulled me into a tight hug. She kissed me, and I couldn’t help but feel like a little child. I was a grown man. What was wrong with me?<br><br>I had no idea how fast it would progress. <br><br>Each day, I was smaller than the day before. <br><br>My wife started leaving me little notes. I’d wake up each morning and find a note that she had left for me while I was sleeping. Each morning, the note would be a little bigger than the one before. At first, I’d find them on her pillow. Then on the bedside table. Then on top of the alarm clock. Each morning, I had to get creative with finding a way to read it. One morning, I had to stand on the clock and jump just to get my arms around the bottom of the note. I would read through tears of laughter as my wife wrote about how much she loved me and how cute I was. It was sweet and funny at first, but I couldn’t help but fear for my safety.<br><br>One morning, I woke up late. My wife was already up and around. She was making coffee in the kitchen. When she saw me, she squealed and jumped up and down. She was excited to see me. I could tell that she was happy to have me around. I was so small that she could have squished me with her pinky finger. One wrong step would have crushed me.<br><br>I didn’t care. As long as my wife was happy, I had no complaints. <br><br>She carefully scooped me up in her hand and held me in front of her face. She kissed me on the forehead and placed me on her desk. She had made a tiny house out of a shoebox. It was perfect. I explored my new home, finding the tiny pieces of furniture that she had left for me. A tiny TV made out of a matchbox. A tiny oven made out of a vitamin. A tiny bed made out of a sock. I was so happy. <br><br>My wife was still getting ready for work when I explored my new house. I watched as she brushed her hair. Her hair looked like a waterfall cascading down from the heavens. It looked beautiful. I was so lucky to have a wife with such beautiful hair. I felt so lucky to have a wife that loved me so much.<br><br>She didn’t even take the time to eat breakfast before she left for the day. She wrote me one last note and put it on top of the computer monitor. I had to work my way up the leg of the desk to get to it. I had to take several breaks along the way. I was so tired by the time I got to the note that I had to take a nap right there on the cool, smooth wood of the desk. <br><br>I slept for several hours before I had the energy to read the note. I stood on my tippy toes, my arms wrapped around the paper as I read the words scrawled in red ink. <br><br>“When you get up, go back to your shoebox house. I have a surprise waiting for you when I get home. I love you so, so, so much.”<br><br>I was so excited. I had never felt so happy. It was the happiest I’ve ever been. I scurried down the desk, taking several breaks along the way. I was so tired. I was so weak. As I walked across the desk toward my shoebox home, I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. What if I got lost? What if I couldn’t find my way home?<br><br>I stood in front of the shoebox, admiring my home. It was beautiful. I was so lucky. <br><br>I fell asleep on the front steps of my house. I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I dreamed of my wife. She smelled so good. Her hair was so soft. When I woke up, the sun was setting. The room was growing dark. I was so cold. I was so weak.<br><br>I stumbled into my house. I fell onto my tiny bed. I didn’t even have enough energy to cry. I was so tired. I closed my eyes.<br><br>When I woke up, it was dark. I was so cold. I was terrified. I didn’t know what to expect. I knew that my wife was at work. I had to wait until she got home. <br><br>I heard her moving around the room. The floor creaked as she walked across it. I heard rustling as she took off her clothes. I heard the water running as she took a shower. I heard the sound of glass clinking together as she made herself a drink. I heard her footsteps as she approached the desk. <br><br>I was too weak to stand up. I was too weak to call out for her. I could feel her warm breath as she leaned down to talk to me. <br><br>“Hey there, little man. How are you today?”<br><br>I tried to talk. I tried to respond. I couldn’t. All I could do was smile. <br><br>She smiled back at me. “That’s a good boy. Are you ready for your surprise?”<br><br>I tried to nod. I couldn’t. All I could do was smile. <br><br>She smiled back at me. “Good. You’re going to love it.”<br><br>She blew across the desk, extinguishing the candle. I was in darkness. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t even feel the cool breeze from the AC anymore. I was alone. I was scared. I was terrified. <br><br>I heard footsteps. I heard rustling. I heard heavy breathing. The desk creaked and groaned beneath the weight of whatever was on it. I heard the sound of something being unplugged. I heard the sound of something being dragged across the desk. <br><br>Then, there was a loud bang. The desk shook. I heard footsteps. I heard the sound of the front door opening. I heard the sound of the front door closing. <br><br>She was gone. <br><br>I’ve been alone in the dark for as long as I can remember. I know that I’m wasting my time sending this. I have no way of explaining how or why this is happening to me. I know that I’m probably just dreaming right now. I know that it’s impossible for a man to shrink down to the size of an insect. I know that I should just go to sleep and hope that it’s just a bad dream. <br><br>But what if it’s not? What if this is real? <br><br>How do I make it stop? <br><br>Please. If you have any information or advice, please help me. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how much longer I can last like this. <br><br>Please. Help me. <br><br>Sincerely,<br>A man shrinking down to nothing.<br><br>EDIT: For those that are confused as to the tldr, it's because I didn't include one. I've never written a story for an online forum before. I didn't know that I had to write a tldr.<br><br>Here is the tldr:<br><br>My wife is going to kill me if I don’t stop shrinking.