He makes you happy.
The tips of his
fingers run up and down your forearm just like an army of microscopic ants.
Then he stops.
You know his hand is
no longer running, but the feeling has an unstoppable flow. Into your skin.
Into your bones. Up your throat and into the muscles inside your mouth causing
you to smile. Into your brain where it drops a blanket that reminds you of home.
It slides down your spinal cord stirring your insides into something that
glows. It covers your heart, finally jolting you back to reality.
It has only been 5
seconds.
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