I must have been tense while stitching her.
After all the pieces were joined, and seams stitched down, she was no where near the size I anticipated.
I packed a few more pounds onto her posterior with odd shapes left on the desk.
Then I made limbs for the bigger koala still in my mind.
Her limbs are strong and soft, big and flexible.
She hangs on. She lets go. She measures time not according to any system built for others.
Her name is Eugenia.