on my habit of crawling myself together like an embryo
to get to sleep.
But I took it seriously.
I thought about it – Could it be that my sleeping habit really stopped me from growing? Perhaps it had a huge effect on my bones or something. Totally made sense. Of course it had!
And I stretched out.
Every night, from that night on, I stretched my full small self and tried to sleep, laying completely straight and uncomfortable. Dozing off, I thought about hanging weights on my feet while holding myself somewhere high, on some monkey bars maybe, so my bones would be forced to grow. But this remained a dream.
I did grow then, slowly and not much, but I did. Maybe I would have grown bigger if I had realized that last idea.