Alice

The walls were closing in on Alice. It was an imperceptible closing in, not like how it’s portrayed in action movies. The day before each of the walls was exactly twenty-three foot-lengths, and now each was twenty-one. Alice could just barely touch the ceiling, which was completely out of reach, before.

It had occurred to Alice that she might be growing in size as the room stayed the same. For the moment, she was not sure if it mattered which was really happening.

She banged on the locked door in vain.

The next day her palm pressed flat against the ceiling.