Jamie's left arm looks close enough, so I'll go with that.
I fly closer to Jamie's arm. A breeze enters through the window, causing the hairs on her arm stand up as straight as the Washington Monument. Bumps appear on the skin, supporting the hairs.
I land on Jamie's arm, observing the new landscape. The hairs are now branch-free trees pointing at the ceiling. Some old skin cells drift off into the sky; who knows where they'll end up.
I see a small opening filled with newer cells. I really wanna go in there and see the layers of Jamie's skin, but there's also going in a hair follicle to see how her arm hair is standing up straight.
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