Dylan’s heart thudded in his tiny chest as he crouched near the base of James’s pillow, the soft fabric of the mattress a vast, uneven terrain beneath him. The creak of the chair across the room echoed like a warning shot, and his eyes darted to James, still slouched, phone glowing against his face. The giant hadn’t noticed him—hadn’t even looked up—but the sound was enough to make Dylan’s skin prickle.
“Shit, stay calm,” Dylan whispered, his voice barely a breath. “He doesn’t know I’m here. Just… figure it out.”
Then, James’s voice rumbled through the room, low and casual, oblivious to the tiny figure on his bed. “Man, it’s getting dark already,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “All this studying’s frying my brain. Guess I should hit the sack.”
Dylan’s stomach lurched as James set his phone down with a soft clunk and stood, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The giant stretched, his bare torso flexing, clad only in a pair of loose boxers. Each step he took toward the bed sent faint tremors through the mattress, and Dylan’s mind raced. “Oh, crap, crap, crap,” he hissed, his tiny hands gripping the pillow’s edge. “He’s coming right here!”
James yawned, scratching his chest absently. “Ugh, hope I don’t bomb that quiz tomorrow,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with exhaustion. He shuffled closer, the bed looming larger in his path, his massive form casting a shadow that swallowed the dim light.
Dylan’s eyes flicked between the pillow and the sprawling expanse of the mattress. Stay or go? His heart hammered, indecision paralyzing him. The pillow was close to James’s head—too close. If James flopped down, Dylan could be smothered or worse, noticed. But the middle of the bed? It was wide open, exposed, and James’s body could easily roll over him in his sleep. “Pillow’s safer… maybe,” Dylan muttered, voice trembling. “But if he moves… I’m screwed. Middle of the bed’s farther, but… God, what do I do?”
James was almost at the bed now, his boxers swaying slightly as he approached, oblivious to the tiny life hanging in the balance. Dylan’s breath hitched, his tiny body tense, the weight of the decision crushing him. Stay near the pillow, or risk the dash to the middle of the bed? Time was up, and he had to choose.
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