Nemo Mishka: Squishing

Mishka watched from the pillow. She had seen this before.

In that moment, the toys did not resist. Mishka’s stuffing sighed. Nemo’s plastic bowed. squishing nemo mishka

And Nemo, still dented from his own ordeal, was added to the pile. Leo sandwiched the fish between the bear’s belly and his own heaving chest. He became a living press, a tiny god of compression, reducing his two friends to a single, warm, giggling lump. Mishka watched from the pillow