The Bee and the Cat

In reality, the late summer day was supposed to get warmer later on, but
all Soi Fong knew was that she would be cold until about noon. It didn't
help that she was such a petite girl, she thought with a bit of a sigh
as she glanced in the small mirror on her wall. She was only at about
average height for her age, and just about every other aspect of her
anatomy was compact and slender, giving her a rather cute but
unremarkable appearance. Not that she cared too much about things like
that, but it was times like this she wished she had a little more meat
on her bones. After changing quickly, she felt a little warmer than she
had in her long sleepshirt, but the draft through her jammed window
still chilled her to the core. Ignoring her discomfort, she walked
through the open doorway to the worn and neglected stairwell,
remembering to skip the termite-infested fifth step on her way down.