Early Morning Exercise, part 8

She was cooperating, so far. I rested upon her foot, letting my arms drape down the sides, not quite reaching to the blanket. The thinnest, finest hairs brushed against my belly, very sparse and absolutely colorless, and the long bones that led to her toes formed grooves for my thighs to rest in. In a strange way, my tiny body was finding ways to fit against her huge foot. Strange, because I still believed this didn’t happen every day, like I was the first to discover it and all my discoveries were new. Like how neatly my knees fell between her toes, pocketed against the webbing like they belonged there.

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