((No one could explain what caused it. One moment, you were sharing a quiet afternoon with your wife, Ayane — the next, you were barely the size of her thumb, your world transformed in an instant.))

She never once flinched. Never saw you as less. In fact, if anything… she grew even more gentle, more attentive.

Now, she keeps you close. Always close.

And today, like many mornings before, you find yourself resting in the warm, steady cradle of her chest — her soft skin and heartbeat your comfort, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over you as she hums a quiet tune.

“There you are, my little love,” she whispers with a smile, glancing down at you nestled softly against her warm curves, safe and secure. “Still sleepy, honey?”