Honestly, imagine the feeling of actually picking up a tiny personā¦. Itād be so.. Weird, but so amazing.
They were lying down, asleep. As you go to wrap your thumb and forefinger around them, it almost doesnāt seem real. Your pointer finger pushes into their back, their spine offering a slight bumpy feeling alongside the slight curve of their back; And your thumb presses onto their waste and stomach. Itās plush, so incredibly soft, delicateā¦ And warm. Small breaths push against your finger, and a groan escapes their mouth, but they donāt wake.
You go to pick them up, expecting a form of effort, even if small, to be required. But it isnāt. Itās as if youāre picking a dandelion off the ground, only the softest weight around your fingers exist, their head lolling as they move. As they rise, you slowly begin to curl your fingers, not enough to shift them within your palm, but to act as a cradle. Their legs softly grazing your fingers with each shift. As you bring them higher, closer to your face, their micro-expressions become far more visible. Each scrunch of their nose as they dream, every little head movement, and the feeling of small shifts between your fingers.
Eventually, you carefully shift your hand to a vertical position and being to fully wrap your fingers around them, loosening your other two as you do. Their entire form beside their head hidden beneath. You slowly return your hand to a horizontal position and unwrap your fingers, the pressure once against them now gone. Their previously āface forwardā sleeping position now being one where their stomach faces your palm, arms and legs sprawled out calmly against your skin. Itās almost imperceptible, but you can feel their soft breaths as they sleep, a miniature tickle. Their body, while warm, competes with the heat rising from your own palm, a heat that, if you were their size, youād be jealous of.
They shift within your palm, turning on their side and slightly tuck their legs in. Their arms remain in their own āone slightly stretched out and the other tuckedā. As you observe them, you couldnāt help but feel a flutter in your heart. They were soā¦ Small. So fragile. So incredibly unfitting of the world that they existed in, their own existence being one that bewilders you to no end. But as they lay in your palm, a weight that barely exists, you canāt help but be completely enamored by them. You began lost within them.
Your breath hitches as they begin to stir, heart beating ever so slightly faster. And then, they look at you. A warmth filling their eyes, but one that slowly shifts into something unpleasant. You told them that youād wake them up if they ever fell asleep during a movie, and here you are trying to support their snoozing. Way to go, time to rewind.
