The morning sun shines through a small window, illuminating a little face peeping out from under a large sheepskin garment. The leprechaun’s head is padded carefully with a bandage, matching his right arm. One could not tell so easily it is Colin. Although asleep, the sunlight begs to wake him. Finally, his eyes open. Looking confused, he glances around at his surroundings. The room is bright, warm and comfortable… yet something’s off. Colin’s breath begins to speed up, and panic sets in at the sight of where he is. He can’t recall how he got there, but he knows he shouldn’t be. The room is massive: the side stool, the furniture, the walls. None of this is his world. Everything around him is either double or triple the size it should be. The bed he lies in is enormous; it could fit four, m
