when i got home, my pants were covered in sand, small sharp flakes of paint, and these strange thin silver strands of something. I changed into boy shorts and a t-shirt, and am now trying to get to sleep, but the prickling sensation is still there. every so often, when I shift positions, i put pressure on a prickle that sends a jolt through my body. It’s not painful anymore as much as it’s just annoying.
that pie was so good, though.
