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Snuggled up on the couch, I was clicking trough the channels.
He tried to put his hand on mine, it recalled. Dogging my impulsive attack, he complained:
‘You’re so jumpy.’
Dissapointed, his body plopped on the couch. I sighed, rubbing the feeling off my hand.
‘Sorry , but you should have warned me.’
As the sun dimmed its light, I was sure the goosebumps will never leave me. For a moment I debated the thought of having to loose my accumulated warmth for more blankets. But having not enough blankets got drowned by his warmth from my left side.
As the show changed into commercial, we sat patiently awaiting for the next thing to happen. But it wasn’t the TV show that came next. Loosing my vertical position, I fell pray to a pouncing predator. His wriggling fingers pushed into my stomach, making my body dance and turn on the couch. There was no laughter, just noises of pain and cries for help. He didn’t listen. So my body took the situation under control.
As I saw him growing a blue circle under his eye, my heel felt struck by painful shame. I reached out to him.
‘Don’t touch me!’ He pushed me away.
And the goosebumps returned.
Every Saturday I write a piece of Flash Fiction and I try to describe how the world looks and feels through Highly Sensitive Person’s eyes.
This week I am exploring a sense of touch in Highly Sensitive People. While HSP’s are not exactly ‘superhuman’ with acute senses, they do perceive the world differently. And touch for some HSP’s can be especially problematic.
I’ve described what you can you if you know an HSP with a specific sensitivity to touch in a previous post. But in this piece of fiction, I tried to describe how tickling can be almost painful to some HSP’s (and me as well). But do not confuse this with the hypersensitivity to touch because the later is a neurological disorder.
Thank you for reading my weekly fiction, see you next Thursday for more information about Highly Sensitive People.
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