Cheyenne's belly is exposed, so I might as well go there.
I fly to her belly and land on it. I can feel it rising up an down whenever she breathes in and out. Tiny hairs on her skin stand erect. I place my ear on her belly, hearing the rumbling from within; it sounds like her digestive system is at work, breaking down whatever she ate to provide her the energy she needs to make it through the day.
I look around to see some openings to go through: her shirt and her pants.
This is only the beginning of exploring Cheyenne's body, and I know where to go from here.
