Sindy Sugar

there’s only one bed / couch / horse / car…

huddling for warmth (sharing a blanket?)

trapped somewhere (a cell, a cave, an island…)

squeezed against one another in a busy bus / subway

hiding & squeezing into the same hiding spot

squished in the back of the car (or trunk if the car is truly too full)

only one tool, book, or similar, that they have to share

squeezing under an umbrella or a small roof when it rains

forced to share a hotel room / apartment /dorm room

one is scared and latches onto the other’s arm, refusing to let go

“Why are you so goddamn big?” “Bold words for someone whose neck is so in reach for me right now.”

“How much longer you think we’re gonna be stuck here?

“Move!” “You move!”

“Oh, sorry, was that your…” “Yeah, um, no problem. Wait, I’ll try to move…”

“Stop moving so much!”

“This is so awkward.” “Only if you make it awkward.”

“I never realised how small/big/tall/short/… you are.”