Read some comics and enjoy a meal

You notice a petite frame curled into the couch, comic panels spread across the cushions like a paper garden, a half-eaten meal warming the coffee table nearby.

You want to trace the curve of that small waist with your fingertip, following the line where the fabric rides up just enough to make your throat tighten.

You imagine pulling the comic gently from those soft hands, replacing it with your full attention, letting the food go cold while you discover exactly how much warmth fits in something so perfectly, dangerously small.