Dylan’s heart pounded as he squirmed, his tiny body slick with sweat against the warm, calloused skin of James’s foot. The pressure was overwhelming but not crushing, and with a desperate twist, he found a sliver of space. He wriggled frantically, inching out from under the arch until he finally broke free, collapsing onto the cool floor. Gasping for air, he lay there for a moment, chest heaving.
“Too close,” he muttered, voice shaky. “Way too close.”
He glanced up at James, still oblivious, his massive form slouched in a chair across the room, engrossed in something on his phone. Dylan’s instinct to climb the giant and get his attention faded fast—too risky. Instead, curiosity tugged at him. James’s room sprawled out like a chaotic landscape, and Dylan, barely an inch tall, decided to explore.
The floor was a mess, not filthy but definitely lived-in. Crumbs from snacks—probably chips, judging by the dust—dotted the hardwood. A stray sock lay crumpled near a pile of dirty clothes, and a half-empty energy drink can loomed like a skyscraper. Dylan’s eyes darted to the corner where James’s bed stood, its tall frame a daunting mountain. Next to it, a nightstand caught his attention, a charger cord dangling off the edge like a rope.
“Alright, let’s move,” Dylan whispered, steeling himself. He scurried across the floor, dodging a fallen pen and weaving through the maze of clutter. The dirty laundry pile loomed ahead, reeking of sweat and cheap body spray. He wrinkled his nose but kept going, his focus locked on the bedframe.
Reaching the nightstand, he gripped the dangling charger cord. It swayed under his weight, but he climbed, arms burning, until he hauled himself onto the nightstand’s surface. From there, the bed was close. He leapt to the bedframe, fingers catching the wood, and scrambled up the tangled sheets. With a final heave, he pulled himself onto the mattress, landing near the base of James’s pillow.
Dylan exhaled, triumphant. “Made it.”
But then—a creak. His head snapped toward the sound. Across the room, James shifted in his chair, the wood groaning under his weight. Dylan froze, heart racing,
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