I find Megan on a couch, sleeping with a Percy Jackson book on her lap. She's wearing a lime green tank top, loose short shorts, and flip flops with no socks.
I land right next to her right hand, observing her snooze. Her head is leaning back. Her mouth is halfway open, as if she's waiting for flies to go in there. Her belly rises up and down through every inhale and exhale. It's like she's begging for me to explore her body.
Just to be cautious, I shrink to the size of a flu virus to not give her much attention. While I'm at it, I forgot that I was next to her hand, and I'm noticing the landscape of it. Her skin cells are like the size of a hotel room. I fly up to see the miniscule hairs on her hand, which are now the size of rain forest trees. Some of her skin cells are shedding, making way for fresher, newer cells.
All this is making me giddy; I can't wait to explore her body now! But where to from here?
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