I'd swear that there's wings sprouting out from your bird-boned shoulders. great big doe eyes that curl your toes. lean in closer.
There's a paperback with your name attached. there's a boy on the cover who looks a whole lot like you. there's a coffee ring that floats above his head so it must be. there's a mixture of fairy tales and fingerprints that show a handful of torn out pages and feathers in the snow.
There's a bird-boned boy you could blow over like that. and he's carrying a bookshelf on his back. and the paragraphs are pouring from his mouth. and he's coming through to carry you over.