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Soft to the Touch

My Screw-y Memory

By Julie LacksonenPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

Baby animal fur

Cottonballs

Pussy willows

Cashmere

Why did my mind go there?

You said my skin is soft to the touch.

Why couldn't I just be normal and say, "Thank you?"

No, I had to think about bunnies, kittens, puppies, and cotton-y things.

You were being so sweet and sexy

And what did I do?

I ruined the moment.

Did I stop there?

Of course not!

My mind wandered on to

Marshmallows

Tofu

Sour cream

Whipped cream (okay, that COULD be sexy)

I pictured dabbing some and licking it off.

But then, we were all sticky.

Okay, a steamy shower might do the trick!

We can soap each other down and rinse each other off.

Dry off with a soft towel.

Soft...

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Baby animal fur

Cottonballs

Pussy willows

Cashmere

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Julie Lacksonen

I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator. This is my 40th and final year at the same school. I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.

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    Written by Julie Lacksonen