Ida couldn’t believe her luck. It wasn’t every day—or ever— that a micro actually offered themself up to her willingly. She’d been a tad dubious at first, thinking it a little too good to be true, but after looking around to determine for certain that no prying eyes could possibly see, her hesitation gave way to hunger. Ida graciously obliged the hopelessly misguided little man. She really hadn’t wanted to get up and make lunch anyway. Now she could relax and soak up some sunshine without the nagging of an empty stomach. She quickly forgot the man, drifting off into a shallow nap.

Ida belongs to me.

Drawn by  XiaoRenzhe

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