Carly
The following morning, I wake up to something tickling my neck. It’s warm and moving, which is weird. Did Caden leave the window open or something?
I blink life into my tired eyes and can feel something tickling against my skin. I look down to see what it is, expecting a bug or a piece of lint, but instead, my attention settles on two iridescent butterfly wings slowly opening and closing. They are attached to a tiny, muscular back, and my eyes widen when I realize it’s Caden.
He has shrunk and taken the form of a tiny fairy. His new, fairy-like size reminds me of my favorite childhood doll—just the span of my palm and barely more than an ounce in weight.
I’m baffled seeing Caden this small. He usually towers over me, but now he clings to my neck for protection in his sleep. Small
