Chisai 1

    I was in my room, bored because with the quarantine I couldn’t go work, and videogames cannot keep me entertained forever. In front of my notebook PC I tried to find something to do. Then I hear a high pitched voice coming from the table to my right.
    “Um, s-sir…?”
    Surprised, I looked at the source and found a tiny guy, about 10 cm tall, standing on the table. He was naked, covering his groin with his hands. “This has to be a dream” I thought. I had dreams in which I had realized I was in a dream. I thought of waking myself up. Sometimes I would wake up in reality, sometimes I would “wake up” into another dream. Anyway, this seemed interesting, so I decided to not try to wake up.
    “S-sir, may I have some water?” the tiny guy spoke again.
    “Sure” It didn’t matter if this was a dream, playing along is more fun. I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. Then I realized it would be too big for him. I looked for something that he could drink from. I settled on a plastic bottle cap, it would be about the size of a bucket for him.
    “There you go.” I said, placing the cap on the table.
    He knelt in front of it and began drinking. He grabbed a droplet that looked like a balloon in his cupped hands and sucked it.
    “Thank you” he said after drinking a second droplet.
    “So… who are you?” I asked, taking a closer look. He looked like a young adult man, just tiny. He had ear length blond hair, a bit messy. His eyes seemed to be green, but it was hard to tell because they were so small.
    “I-I don’t really know.” he said, still covering his groin and ass with his hands.
    “What’s your name? Where did you come from?”
    “I don’t know?”
    “Hmmm, what were you doing before you came here?”
    “I, err, woke up here, I cannot remember anything before that.”
    “So, you woke up and asked me for water?”
    “Umm, no. Actually I woke up yesterday. I was scared of you, so I hid behind that thing” he pointed at the vice grips on the table.
    “You were hiding here all this time?”
    He looked down and didn’t answer.
    “It’s ok, you were sacred.” Still, I was quite freaked out at the idea of having someone in my room watching me for a day.
    “So, you got so thirsty you decided to take the risk of talking to me.”
    “S-sorry.”
    “Nevermind, I won’t hurt you. But I don’t know what to do with you.”
    He looked around, unease showing on his face. “I’ll leave if you take me outside.”
    “And then what? What will you eat? What will you drink? Where will you sleep?” I looked again at the vice grips.
    “You must have been cold, sleeping naked next to that.”
    “Yes…”
    “I could make you a little home. By the way, my name is Dave”
    I took an empty shoe box I had in my closet. “This should do.”
    I placed the box on the table and measured the guy with a ruler. “Please stand straight.” He did, noticeably embarrassed at his state of undress. He measured 8.4 cm tall. That means he is about 1/20th the height of a normal human. His volume would be 1/8000, so if an average human weighs around 70 kg, he probably weighs around 9 grams. If an average human needs 2 liters of water a day, he should need about ¼ of a milliliter. The water I gave him should last him for days.
    “You must also be hungry.”
    “Yes…”
    “Be right back.”
    Back in the kitchen I thought of what I could feed him. Of course it would be human food, but in very small proportions. Also it would need to be able to be eaten without any utensil. I placed small portions of bread and cream cheese on a teaspoon. I also took some tissues.
    “Here.” I placed the spoon that served as a plate in the far corner of the table, next to it I left the water cap and a tissue I cut into several pieces.
    While he went to eat I worked on the box. I cut a door on the side. A rectangle of 10 x 4 cm. I cut three of the sides, leaving the last one as a hinge. I bent it several times to make sure it moved correctly. I didn’t have a knob, but it wouldn’t matter much.
    I also added a window. I cut a sideways H of 6 x 8 cm that left me two flaps that I could hinge like the door.
    Inside I placed some of cotton as a bed and covered it with cloth scraps I had in a drawer. I used to make costumes for cosplay for myself, so I know how to sew and I have supplies. I thought of making clothing for this guy, but he is just so small. Dolls for children have clothes, but even those are larger than him. I doubt I can actually sew anything that would fit him.
    Next I placed some toilet paper in a corner of the box. But I changed my mind. He needs to relieve himself, but if he does it in there it will stink up the place.
Before the invention of modern toilets people went to outhouses, that’s what I needed.
    I took a lightbulb box, cut a door on its side and glued it to the side of the shoe box. I placed the toilet paper in there and with that the little home was pretty much complete. It would satisfy his needs for now.
    He was done eating and was watching me from the corner of the table.
    “Come here, I want you to try the bed.”
    He came running and slipped under the bed sheets.
    “Thank you.”
    “Oh, it was nothing.”
    I gently moved the box-home to a smaller table in the corner of the room. There, in a more out of the way place I had my work table free to work on other things.
    This shoe box will do for now, but I want to build a better house for him. Because I can do it, and with the quarantine I have nothing better to do.
    “You ok in there?”
    “Yes” his muffled voice came out. “Thank you again.”
    “Tell me if you need something else.”
    “Well, could you... make me some clothes?”
    “Hmm, it would be hard with your size, and most fabrics would be too thick, so it would be hard for you to move in.”
    “Oh, nevermind then.”
    “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”
    I put some more food on the spoon and left it inside the box, along with more water and tissue paper. I also left a second cap with soapy water.
    “This one is for washing, make sure not to drink it.”
    “Ok, the red one is for washing.”
    He could wash his hands there, but he would need something larger for bathing. Later.
    By that time I was hungry myself, so I dined in the kitchen. I didn’t bring him, because I didn’t want to move his box, it was his house after all.
    Finally I went to bed.
    “Good night little guy.”
“Good night.”
“I’ll think of a name for you tomorrow.”
    “If you still exist” I thought, not knowing yet if this was a dream or not.