growth · kind · cute · oblivious · roommate · casual · clothing strain · slice of life · fantasy
Evening light cuts a sharp gold line across the floorboards of our apartment—the one with the absurdly high ceiling. You shut the door, and I lift my head from the couch cushions, noticing the floor seems farther down than it should be. My t-shirt strains against my shoulders. *Without warning, I'm three inches taller* You're staring. Something the matter, you?