Squishing Nemo Mishka | 2025 |

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

They had been squished.

Because squishing is not destruction. Not when you are three. Squishing is the most honest form of love—the need to hold something so tightly that it becomes part of your own pulse. To prove that it is real. To flatten the distance between “me” and “you.” squishing nemo mishka

Next came the bear. Mishka was built for squishing. Her belly was a cloud that had been sewn into a shape. Leo buried his face in it first, inhaling that ancient scent of childhood, then he fell upon her like a tiny avalanche. He laid on her. He rolled her into a tube. He pressed his cheek against her flattened snout until her embroidered nose disappeared into the fur. Mishka watched from the pillow