I was fidgeting with my hand in class today and couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have a tiny, and I mean a TEENY tiny, walking around on the contours of my palm.
Can you imagine being there? Sitting on the warm, soft, leathery surface of my palm and looking up to see those tree-trunk sized digits cast a shadow over you, twitching every once in a while as I adjust my fingers? Being able to see every detail of my fingerprints? I really get so giddy at the thought of being that enormous in comparison to someone; holding their life in the palm of my hand and having my form be like a living mountain all around them.
This is so well-written and lovely.
Holding their life in the palm of my hand