January 15th excerpt:

The drop was sharp, but the landing was soft, and Stan ended up in a tangle of limbs at the bottom of Sam’s pocket. He had difficulty finding his feet in the oversized hammock, clutching the fabric around him for some semblance of stability.

When he finally fell still, sitting in a corner with his back pressed to a side seam, Stan’s eyes widened. The world shifted ever so slightly back and forth as Sam breathed right next to him, hearing the dull roar of those massive lungs as they filled and emptied in time. If he concentrated, he could make out the thrum of Sam’s heart deep within the expansive wall of muscle he found himself leaning against in his temporary sanctuary. A heart Stan might be able to fit inside, lungs large enough to be rooms, maybe even small houses!

“Oh, boy,” murmured Stan as Sam’s magnitude hit him like a ton of bricks. He thanked goodness that Sam was as mindful of him as he was.