The Layover

by Lacie Waldon

All my life, I’ve made myself smaller around the people I love. Somehow I even managed to stop growing at a mere five feet. Tiny enough to be portable. Quiet enough to blend into the furniture. Agreeable. Easy. Whatever it takes to keep them from leaving me behind. Anything to keep them from wondering why I’m still there.

“It’s just because I’m scared. I worry, if I’m not easy enough to be around, I’ll get left behind.”