It's been a year since I've done this to everyone, including myself. It's my fault the world has come to an unexpected end. Or is it? It can't be the end, can it? I have to find a cure. I have to fix my mistake. When I tried that spell, it was supposed to make all people “nice” not “mice”. It's mind boggling how one letter changed the fate of billions.

As ‘cheesy’ as this may sound, I'm ‘trapped’ in this body until I find a way to reverse that spell. Hollywood predicted a zombie apocalypse not a ‘mousy’ one!

Written for flash-9-1-18 October Contest