I can be your small dream

You notice her petite frame first — compact, precise, like something your hands were shaped to hold.

You feel the pull of it immediately, that specific hunger for someone small enough to surround completely, to press against a wall and cover with your body until the world outside disappears.

You study the curve of a waist you could span with both hands, the soft weight of what fits perfectly in a palm, and you understand exactly what kind of dream this is — not the vague kind, but the kind that wakes you up wanting.