Thinking again about surfaces

I think about surfaces, about contact with familiar things, like animals, fur, hair and skin. Actions of stroking, of suffocating affection, and I remember poor old Lenny from of Mice and Men. I think of childhood stories because I don’t read anymore. I suppose I see too many words everywhere, lots of hard information, its can all be very overwhelming. I like children’s stories and they like me  we like to imagine.

I think about surfaces again, and I think because I want to feel. This time the surfaces are cold and scaly like the side of a fish that slides down my cheek. Chilling sounds resonate inside me leaving eerie echoing vibrations running up and around my spine. They enter into my lungs like a speckling frost that takes grip and does not want to leave.