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The fourth and last part of the Miniature Cabin series! This thing started out as a random silly idea, look how far it’s come!

I woke up feeling cold, but only one leg is cold. Blearily, my vision cleared. A bag of ice rests around my right leg. Moving to sit up, I flinch at the pain in my arm. It’s not nearly as bad as before. I hold it out in front of me to examine. My forearm’s been carefully wrapped in a bandage that looks a little too big on me. A very small spot of blood had seeped through the stretchy material. A door opened beyond my view and I tensed, expecting Casey to saunter in and scold me for disappearing. However, it’s a much friendlier face that soon fills my vision. “Rey?” I whisper, voice groggy. His worried look softens, and he sits down on the bed beside me.

One look around the room and I realize we’re in a hotel. I’d been placed on a nightstand while I was unconscious. Gingerly, Rey bent down and nudged the ice pack over, revealing my much less swollen leg. “Dani, I.. I'm so happy you’re alright. You scared me yesterday; I wasn’t sure what even happened.” “Yesterday?” I ask, glancing through the window. It was too far away for me to see anything but the sky and the tops of trees. “Is that how long I’ve been asleep?” Rey nodded. “I- I thought you were dead. Twice! The police… They told me you and the cabin you wanted to sell were missing! They asked me if I knew where you were, but once I told them I haven't talked to you in over a year, they left before telling me anything else. How are you here? What are you doing here? Why are you.. so small?”

His last few words came out in a light exhale, gently reaching out to stroke the side of my uninjured arm. I shuddered at his touch, but in a good way. My brain finally seemed to process that I’m safe now, and I relished the feeling. “It’s a long story,” I told him once he drew his hand back. “How are you here, though?” Rey gestured to the empty bed beside him. “I’m on vacation with a friend, but he had to go back early. Something to do with his work. Luckily he convinced me to stay instead of going back early with him.” I nodded vehemently.

“So, I guess you have time for the whole story, then?” He nodded at me to continue, and I told him everything. I told him my theories about the cabin and my uncle; I told him how careless Casey was with me; I even told him about how frightened and helpless I felt being trapped so tiny.

“Do you.. still feel that way?” “Hmm?” Do you still feel that insignificant?” Rey asked me gently. I took a long breath and held it before letting it out with a sigh. “Yeah. It's… It isn’t fun. I really could’ve died on that boardwalk if you weren’t there by chance to save me. Even then — you almost stepped on me.” A horrified look briefly dashed across his face before it fell back into concern. “I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t see you, but I heard you and-“ “It’s alright,” I stopped him, “There’s no way you could’ve known I’d be practically beneath you.” Rey nodded slowly, “So.. Do you think there’s any way to get you back to your real size?”

“I… I really hope so.” Rey slid off the side of the bed and knelt in front of me. His gigantic worried face filled my entire view. I waited hopefully as his hand came close, but he brought it back to his chest at the last second. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be this close to you, should I? I- I don’t want you to see me as another version of your captor. I’m your friend; you know me, even if it’s been a while. I don’t want to scare you.” “I do know you,” I said, leaning forward with my good arm outstretched. “Please, I just.. I need someone I can trust right now.” I surprised even myself with how desperate I sounded.

“Please,” I repeated with a steadier voice. Hesitation was still ingrained in his features, but his hand slid gently closer until his fingers were tucked around me. In a moment, I was lifted over the edge of the bedside table and brought up to his chest. Wary of my leg, Rey managed to keep me held close. I nearly started crying. I still feel small pressed against him, his heart loudly thundering along beneath his skin, but this is by far the safest I’ve felt in a very long time. “It’ll be ok,” Rey’s voice rumbled softly from above. “You don’t have to worry about feeling out of place anymore, or- or being starved anymore. I’m taking you home. We can go right now if you want.” Home. I’m going home! Yesterday it seemed so unobtainable; now I can be there tomorrow if I want. And trust me, I do want. Like, a LOT. But I can barely put weight on my leg. The thought of going out again right now scares me.

“Tomorrow,” I told him as he held me out in front of his face. “I want to heal up a bit first.” Rey nodded, “Is there anything else you need?” With him here, I don’t need a single thing, but I didn’t tell him that. I just shook my head. He sat me back down and re-bandaged my arm. My cut looks awful, but there really isn’t much I can do. I wouldn’t dare go to a hospital. If I don’t even have the courage to go to the one place I want to be, there’s no way I’ll be brave enough to go to some random building and be poked and prodded by doctors the size of skyscrapers. Hell no. Rey seems to know what he’s doing. I trust him, and that’s plenty. We ordered in and watched a bit of hotel tv before calling it a night.

“Here you are,” Rey said, laying out a face towel on the tabletop beside me. “This’ll have to do as a bed for now.” I obediently tucked myself in, but as I watched his larger-than-life form slip under the covers, I got a devious idea. “Reyyy!” I worked up my best whine. “This towel is too scratchy!” He sighed and rolled over to face me. “Is it?” his tired voice replied. “What would you rather sleep on instead?” I pretended to think for a moment. “Can I sleep on a pillow?” “Like on the table?” “No! I’d fall off! Like in the bed, with.. you?” The room was quiet for a split second. “Oh, you don’t have to share it with me! We have two beds.” Damnit, I forgot about that. I was transferred from the table to the other empty bed. Although my plan is ruined, this pillow is actually really soft. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s definitely better than what I had.

I think that was the soundest I’d ever slept. At last my mind is at ease. I can’t remember the last time there wasn’t something eating away at me from the back of my brain. Over the course of the following morning, I continued being sneaky. I decided to start the day by letting Rey believe my leg was still too painful to walk on. Of course it still hurts awfully, but I can manage getting around if I really have to. Still, it’s much funner to let Rey carry me places. He wouldn’t dare say no to tiny helpless me. Finally, I found an advantage with my new height. God, things would’ve been so much easier if I’d been shrunk with someone I knew. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I probably wouldn’t even realize there are things I should be worried about.

The first few times I had him move me around, Rey was a bit reluctant. My story from the day before about being so awfully mishandled must’ve got to him. However, he became more at ease with the idea as the day went on. By lunchtime he was sitting on the bed booking an early return flight, with me lounging across his pillow right beside him. The scale made things a bit overwhelming, but it also made me giddy. I’m so close to him! Sure I’ve probably sat closer to him than this at my actual height, but being small makes everything seem that much more impossible. The fact that I’m this close is- “Dani, should we book this flight here and leave now? Or should I try to get a later one? I know your leg still hurts; should we wait a bit?” He’s so sweet! I’m glad that hasn’t changed since the day I met him. I feel bad for lying to him, though.

“My leg is actually feeling a bit better,” I told Rey offhandedly, hoping he wouldn’t be too confused as to why I had him bring me around. “It is?” Shifting himself so he was facing me, I exhaled happily as he brushed a finger lightly down my leg. His gaze drifted up and held mine. He was searching for something, and I tried to look innocent. “So, should I book the earlier flight? If we take the later one, we’ll probably have to sleep on the plane.” Sleep on the plane, huh? There’s not even a bed on the plane, much less a spare one for me. “No, do the later one. I’m still a bit nervous about going outside. There’ll be less people then.” That part I can’t be guilty about. I genuinely am scared of being around so many people at that airport.

“Alright, we’ll take the later one.” He finished booking the flight. “But I should still get to packing, anyways.” I let him do his thing while I watched more tv from the bed. It was playing some wildlife show where a ranger was catching people illegally hunting in protected woods. I was so entertained by it, I didn’t even look up once Rey was finished packing. That was until he sat next to me. It’s so nice not having to fear someone who can obviously overpower me. I cautiously made my way to his side and lay with my back resting on the side of his leg. At his low chuckle, I glanced all the way up to find him smiling down at me. I swear my face grew bright pink.

“You ready for the big trip?” “I think so,” I replied. “Do you have a plan for sneaking me in?” Rey nodded, sitting up slowly to allow me time to get off. “I’ll wear these,” he held up a pair of baggy sweatpants with large pockets. “You should fit in here, right?” “I don’t know, why don’t you put them on and we’ll find out?” I foolishly hoped he’d exchange his shorts for the sweatpants right then and there, but he took everything into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Another plan foiled.

When he did come back, he came over and stood beside the bed, leaning down at an awkward angle so the opening of his pocket was even with the edge of the bed. I made my way to the side and peered down into the dark before glancing back up at him. “I’ll fit, but I won’t like it.” “I’m sorry I have to sneak you around this way, but-” “I know, I know; trust me, I’d much rather be hidden than stay out in the open.” Before I knew it, it was time to go. I tried sliding in, but it only ended up hurting my leg, which landed painfully on the seam of the pocket. Rey’s hand dove in after me as I yelped and hoisted me up just slightly until I could settle my leg in a more comfortable position.

Anxiety prickled in my chest as he stepped out of the hotel room. Rey assured me the pocket didn’t look strange from the outside, but I was still worried someone might catch me shifting around. The feeling worsened to an almost painful level when we arrived at the airport. It was so loud, and Rey was constantly on the move, jostling me this way and that. By the time we got to customs, I felt a panic attack springing on me. Thankfully, Rey must’ve noticed something was wrong, because in a moment his hand slid down from above. Gigantic fingers laced around me, and his thumb gently rubbed circles into my back. I took a few long breaths then leaned into his touch. It was like the opposite of Casey’s. Their touch was the cause of my panic attacks. Rey’s is the cure.

He had to take his hand away for a bit to get everything sorted out outside. There was a brief moment where I feared the scanning machines would somehow detect me being snuck in, and I lay as flat as I could to be sure the pocket looked empty. But I realized shortly afterward that they were searching for metal and other dangerous substances, not another living thing. The moment we were out of the TSA line, his hand slid back in. I wasn’t as scared as before, but I don’t think Rey’s even doing it for me anymore. His touch seems more absent-minded than the more purposeful way he’d calmed me down earlier. The pads of his fingers traced down my good arm before slowly expanding to other places. My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as his touch wandered the rest of me. It slid down my legs, across my stomach… Gently, he fiddled around with each of my limbs, finding each joint and rolling it carefully between two fingers.

After messing with my unhurt ankle, his finger traced the inside of my leg. I shuddered, but he was too preoccupied with whatever was going on outside to even notice. Slowly it drifted higher and higher, up my thigh and then… I gasped as his finger slipped right over my crotch. It was light and distracted, searching me just like this was any other spot. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. He pinched my abdomen between his fingers and stroked it for a bit. My breaths came out in small huffs. Does he even know what he’s doing to me? Not that I mind it, but still.

Eventually his fingers wandered elsewhere, sliding higher to fidget with my arm instead. My heartbeat only calmed down almost fifteen minutes later. Moments after finally coming to a stop, Rey’s hand slid out of the pocket in a sudden jolt. He had just sat down, and probably realized that he’d been messing with me. The next thing I knew, he was peering down at me from high above, pulling the pocket open slightly. “Are you ok? I- I didn’t know I was doing that! I’m so sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He held his voice at a whisper so he wouldn’t attract attention, and his concerned expression confirmed that he really hadn’t intended for any of that, nor did he know what was happening, which left me with a weird mixture of relief and remorse. “I’m alright!” I whisper-yelled back to him, “It was- It was comforting. Definitely.. umm… took my mind off things.”

Rey took my answer at that and let the pocket fall closed again. For the rest of the hour, I sat there alone. Though it’s certainly embarrassing as hell, I kinda want his wandering touch on me again. It certainly is distracting me from my anxiety. The plane boarded and Rey got up again. After a few minutes, I purposely shuffled myself around a bit. Sure enough, his hand slid back down. It was much less absent this time, though. Nevertheless, I settled over his hand as he held still in slight surprise. While he waited to board, I busied myself with folding each of his fingers around me until I was so giddy I could’ve screamed. Unfortunately, Rey did need his hand back. But just before buckling in, he bent down like he was getting something and whispered to me. “You uhh, you really like having my hand in there with you?” I nodded eagerly, knowing he could feel it against himself. “Will you be alright if I go back to.. to uhh…” “To using me as a fidget toy?” I asked happily, “Yes, please!”

Rey let out a startled laugh which he quickly covered with a small cough. “It’s just, I usually have something small to fidget with in my pocket anyways, so I- I hope you don’t mind that the small thing is you today.” I do not mind at all. I felt higher than the plane as his fingers slid up and down the sides of my body, and as the ride continued, we created a small game where I’d try to fight down the wriggling digits around me. Dinner came and we had to stop. I had a few mini pretzels from a free bag from the concessions, though they were normal pretzel-sized to me.

The plane fell into silence as the world outside grew darker. When Rey’s hand came for me again, I was carefully hoisted out of his pocket. I glanced around worriedly, fearful that someone would see me, but Rey guided my gaze away from the aisle. “It’s alright, everyone’s asleep. I’ll put you back if you want, but look!” He slid the cover over the window upwards a bit, revealing the beautiful view. It was like the sky had melted onto the ground. The stars above were mimicked by shining lights below. A large city stretched out near the horizon — a cluster of thousands of tiny lights scattered over hundreds of miles.

“Woah!” I haven’t been on a plane in five years at the least. Even fewer times have I been on one in the dark. Slowly, I was lowered to the armrest so I could watch the view without keeping Rey’s hand in the air. It must’ve been a good twenty minutes before I managed to tear my gaze from the window. When I did turn around, I found him fast asleep. My heart melted a little bit, and I smiled to myself, gently lowering my feet to the seat cushion below. Rey was wearing an unzipped hoodie as a blanket, and I held on to it as I made my way across the seat. I doubt I can wake him up without attracting attention to myself, so instead I slid beneath the fabric of his hoodie, crawling carefully forward until I reached his leg. From there I walked to the back of the seat and curled up at his side. The AC on the plane was chilly, but it was easily shut out by the warmth radiating from his skin.

If only we were this close at my normal height. I just kinda.. gave up after he told me his feelings for me weren’t the same as mine. I’d sorta shut him out, angry that I couldn’t have the relationship I wanted with him. I’ve gotten over it now; I understand that being mad isn’t making anything better, for me or him. Sometimes I’d think about calling or texting him to tell him I’m sorry about how I took things. But I’d always chicken out at the last second, believing he wouldn’t want to talk to me after how I left. We never saw eachother much in person, either. Both of us had entirely different classes throughout college. Though every time I happened to see him walking by, my brain and heart would scream.

Being with him again is like the time I first lent him a pencil in class. That little moment led to our close friendship. What would all of this lead to? I shuddered remembering what it had led me to, and I leaned closer into Rey’s side. My life isn’t fixed, but it isn’t hell anymore, either. Everything’s at a weird little in-between, and I’m not sure what to do. Rey can’t just drop me off at home; I know by now that I need help with a few different things to get by, which means I’ll have to live with someone. I’m hoping he’ll take me in until I figure out how to get myself back to normal, but I don’t want him to think of me as a burden or a charity case. If he lets me stay, I want it to be because he cares about me, not because I… Well, I’m kinda screwed without him.

There has to be a way to convince him. I guess I have friends who might take me, but I have no idea how they’ll react to me the way I am now. Anyone could end up being like Casey. They seemed willing to help me at first, but they proved that it takes quite a bit of effort to actually live up to the things I expect from them, even if it’s just human decency. That’s why I have to convince Rey. I need to find a goal — an incentive to keep him from falling out of willingness to help me like Casey had. The white noise of the plane’s engines was slowly dragging me into sleep, but I managed to come up with a half-baked plan before slipping into a dream.

I was on the boardwalk, my own height. The stand with those little glass creatures was right in front of me. However, the moment I reached for them, I shrank down to the ground. Feet began stomping at me like I was vermin, and I tried to hide beneath the stand, but it disappeared strangely from my dream. I ran and dodged, but before long, something fell on me. My right leg, the one I’d hurt before, was caught beneath someone’s shoe. I shrieked, thrashing around as pain shot through my nerves like lightning. The agonizing feeling was only getting worse! How long are they going to step on me for!?

Jolting awake, I clawed at my leg, which was pinched between two giant fingers. I panicked, staring terrified up at Rey, who had me in his grip. “It’s.. I- I was just…” His voice tapered off as his hand gently untangled my hurt leg from the fabric of his hoodie. “Please don’t look at me like that.” Oh. He isn’t hurting me. “Your leg was twisted in my hoodie, and you kept squirming. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I nodded slightly, finally calming down from my dream. It was still early morning, but I didn’t feel like going back to sleep. “It’s alright, I was scared of the dream, not you.” That was only a partial lie.

“Here,” Rey cautiously slid a hand beneath me and lifted me up to his neck, hiding me in the fold of his hood. “Talk to me. About whatever you want. It helps with forgetting nightmares.” How could I have ever believed Rey was trying to hurt me? I pulled the fabric closer around me, and delved into the plot of the rom-com I’m currently invested in. Rey tried his best to look interested. Within a few hours, I had to be hidden away in his pocket again. I don’t mind it. He kept his fingers away from me this time, but I asked him to. My leg hurts worse now that I’ve accidentally twisted it. Since there isn’t a dosage of pain medication made for someone as small as me, I have to grit my teeth and bear through it until I can get some ice to put on it.

The plane landed seven hours after it took off, and I’m glad to get out of there. I really have to use the bathroom. Using it on the plane was out of the question. Turbulence could send me flying at any given moment. Using it at the airport was also seemingly impossible, but the wait for Rey’s luggage is taking way too long, and then there’s the whole drive home. “Rey!” I called as subtly as I could. After I got his attention, I sheepishly explained my situation. He seemed embarrassed for a moment, then nodded. I couldn’t tell what was happening, but I was really starting to worry that I might not make it. Finally, Rey fished me out of his pocket. We were in a large stall made for people who are handicapped, but I can consider myself rather handicapped at the moment, too. The stall had its own mirror and sink inside of it, which Rey set me down in.

“Just.. go in there.” His face was slowly becoming noticeably redder. “I’ll, uhh, I’ll face the other way.” He tore off a small piece of toilet paper, handed it to me, and backed away. This is fucking humiliating, but it’s better than what I thought I would get. With all that taken care of, Rey returned me to his pocket, and we made our way outside. He called a pickup service to take us home, so I continued to hide. However, the moment Rey opened his door, I squirmed in his pocket, restless after being hidden for so long. I was deposited gently on a coffee table, and Rey lay back on the couch in front of it with a relieved sigh. The rest of the day, he fixed a place for me to sit and ice my leg. But his face grew serious after that, and he sat down heavily. I knew he was probably going to ask me about where I wanted to stay now that he’d taken me closer to home, so I stopped him before he could.

“I’ve been thinking,” I began, “The cabin is what shrank me. Did you say the cabin disappeared with me? Like, it’s gone?” Rey nodded, pulling out his phone. “Yeah, see? I found these pictures.” Oh, a phone! I haven’t thought about that in a while. Mine is still in Casey’s apartment somewhere, with only a bit of emergency power left to call someone in case I ever needed to. It’s gone now, I guess. I’m never going back there as long as I live.

I stared at the screen, which is television-sized compared to me. The place is undoubtedly the land where the cabin stood, but an uncanny empty space opened up instead — a clearing in the middle of the woods with no visible purpose. The only way you could tell there had been something there at all was by the area of fresh dirt that perfectly outlined the foundation of the cabin. “Woah.” “I know, right? It’s scary. Especially when you know the person who lived there.”

I glanced up at his face, he was looking me over with a concern-filled expression, but tried to cover it after a few moments. “I’m alright, though,” I assured him, “I mean, I’m not great, but I’m still here! Barely.” Rey’s hand drifted to my side, sliding my hand carefully into his palm. He squeezed it gently, almost to reassure himself, as well as me, that I’m still here — still myself — even though I’m not nearly what I used to be. God, my normal life seems like such a long time ago. “I want to go back.” My voice sounded close to tears. I cleared my throat before continuing. “I want to go back to where the cabin was. Maybe.. I don’t know.. There has to be some way to get me back to normal, right?” Rey kept quiet. I turned to him, and his gaze fell off me. “Y- Yeah.” Taking a shuddering breath, I spoke again. “The smaller cabin is destroyed. It’s useless now. The only other place I can think of that can fix me is there, where the real one was.”

Rey nodded thoughtfully, slipping his hand away from mine so he could lean back on the couch. “If you think it’ll help, I’ll take you. Let’s just wait for tomorrow, alright?” He’s putting it off? Why’s he putting it off? Casey would always do that to me. ‘Wait until tomorrow’ really meant ‘I don’t feel like doing that’. Ask about it enough times, and you get in trouble. Rey must’ve caught my growing downcast expression. “Hey, I’m all for it, I swear,” he told me softly, “We’ll even leave early if you want. I’m jet-lagged out right now, and I think both of us could use some actual sleep, but we will go and figure this out, alright?” A shuddering sigh of relief rushed from my lungs; I gave Rey a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Tears threatened me again, but I forced them down.

Feather-light touch danced around me as I was scooped up onto his palm. He held me near his neck, offering me a hug as best he could without crushing me. I returned it by reaching around him as far as I could. It’s still not much, but it’s the thought that counts, right? The best thing happened moments afterwards, when Rey walked into the bedroom and stopped. I snickered quietly, glancing back at the one bed. “I’ll.. uhh.. take the couch.” “No!” I yelped without thinking. My heart sped up as Rey held me out in front of him with bewilderment. “I- I want you in the room. What if I need something?” Thankfully I can come up with convincing lies, but I do genuinely need him within earshot, just in case. “Then I’ll take the floor. You have the bed.”

I sulked on the mattress as Rey stole a blanket and pillow for the ground. He kept glancing at me the entire time, then sighed, dropping everything he’d just gathered. “You want me to sleep in bed with you?” Nervously, I glanced his way and gave an almost imperceptible nod. He chuckled, “You’ve been wanting it ever since the first night, haven’t you?” I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and I nodded again — firmly this time. “I wasn’t sure what to do, I mean.. I- I roll around a lot in my sleep; I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” “I don’t mind,” I offered, stepping a bit closer. “I’ll sleep on a separate pillow.” “Wow, a whole separate pillow?” he mocked with a smile, remaking the bed around me. In a moment, Rey fell onto the mattress beside me, making it buckle beneath my feet. I yelped as I toppled to the ground, my hurt leg beginning to throb again.

“Ow!” I grumbled with a small scowl. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Daniella! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He looked down at me, immediately concerned again. “This isn’t a good idea…” I violently shook my head, scrambling to stand up. “No, it is! Just don’t jump into bed anymore and I’ll be fine!” Rey gave me a half smile and patted the pillow beside him. “Alright, come here.” Eagerly, I clambered up to the soft surface, letting myself sink pleasantly in. We both lay there for a while, but something was still on my mind, preventing me from sleep. “Rey?” He shifted beneath the covers. “Yes?” Slowly, I rolled over on my side to face him. He was already leaning over, waiting for me to speak. “Why wouldn’t you do this before I shrunk? I wanted to be- want to be with you.” The dead dark silence that came after was almost frightening, but I waited tensely for an answer.

“I… you.. you still love me?” I sat up, my stomach twisting into knots inside me. “Yes?” I replied weakly. “I- I thought you moved on! You stopped talking to me after a while. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Honestly I have no clue why I turned you down, Daniella. It’s entirely my fault; I don’t think I was ready to take on anything but school and work when you asked me, and once we stopped talking, I thought maybe you.. found someone else.”

My mouth started to go dry with how long I had it dropped open in shock. “Wait, wait, I don’t- You.. You love me, too?” The covers rippled like white waves in front of me, then my pillow was hugged gently to Rey’s chest. Gasping at our sudden closeness, I turned to look all the way up at him, which became harder to do the closer I got. “I do love you; do you love me?” My cheeks began hurting, that's how widely I smiled. “Y- Yeah!” Rey rested his head right beside me. “And it’s not because I’m bigger and stronger, is it?” I recoiled slightly with a surprised sneer. “No! Don’t be silly! As long as you don’t just like me because I can fit in your hand.” He shook his head the tiniest bit, bringing his face close enough that I could feel his breath on me.

“Trust me?” “Of course.” Gigantic gentle lips caressed the bottom of my face and neck. Their subtle pressure made me squeal in delight. Rey pulled away immediately after hearing it. “Did- Did I hurt you?” I didn’t bother answering. Gripping his chin between both hands, I plastered as big a kiss as I could onto his lips, trying to make up for my small size. Rey swept me up the moment I stepped back to breathe. He cradled me right against his chest, moving my pillow out of the way with his other hand. My eyes drooped after only a few minutes as I slowly succumbed to the intimacy and warmth of it all.

“Tomorrow I’m going to get you your height back.” Rey’s voice rumbled around and through me like thunder. “I won’t stop until I find a way to undo what’s been done to you.” I clutched at the fabric of his shirt, drawing myself even closer. I could barely speak the words ‘thank you’ before falling asleep with higher hopes than I’ve ever felt before.

End. -The Miniature Cabin

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