The Shrinking Man

by Richard Matheson

  He looked up again at the jagged blue dome. It stretched away for hundreds of yards. It was the bit of sponge he'd worn.

  He sat down heavily, looking over himself. He was the same. He touched himself. Yes, the same. But how much had he shrunk during the night?

  He remembered lying on the bed of leaves the night before, and he glanced down. He was sitting on a vast plain of speckled brown and yellow. There were great paths angling out from a gigantic avenue. They went as far as he could see.

  He was sitting on the leaves.

  He shook his head in confusion.

  How could he be less than nothing?

  The idea came. Last night he'd looked up at the universe without. Then there must be a universe within, too. Maybe universes.

  He stood again. Why had he never thought of it; of the microscopic and the submicroscopic worlds? That they existed he had always known. Yet never had he made the obvious connection. He'd always thought in terms of man's own world and man's own limited dimensions. He had presumed upon nature. For the inch was man's concept, not nature's. To a man, zero inches meant nothing. Zero meant nothing.

  But to nature there was no zero. Existence went on in endless cycles. It seemed so simple now. He would never disappear, because there was no point of non-existence in the universe.

  It frightened him at first. The idea of going on endlessly through one level of dimension after another was alien.

  Then he thought: If nature existed on endless levels, so also might intelligence.

  He might not have to be alone.

  Suddenly he began running toward the light.

  And, when he'd reached it, he stood in speechless awe looking at the new world with its vivid splashes of vegetation, its scintillate hills, its towering trees, its sky of shifting hues, as though the sunlight were being filtered through moving layers of pastel glass.

  It was a wonderland.

  There was much to be done and more to be thought about. His brain was teeming with questions and ideas and yes, hope again. There was food to be found, water, clothing, shelter. And, most important, life. Who knew? It might be, it just might be there.

  Scott Carey ran into his new world, searching.

  THE END

  (ebook v1.1 A few typos corrected. Archon)