Thursday, March 01, 2018

Probing finger

I felt the urge to have at my face and my finger slid under the band-aid. I touched it twice before logic Mikey took over, marched himself to the bathroom, tore off the sagging band-aid, applied cream and put on a new dressing.

I won a battle against myself. I wanted to but I didn't and then I went to make sure I could not.

So probing finger denied; and no lost time this time given I'm usually unconscious when probing happens.

Lousy aliens ... with their music...

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