So... what now?

I can grasp my hand.

Feel the cool breath of the wind escape between my fingers.

Stretch out and feel some familiar sensations return.

But what for?

I want to feel more.

I want to feel the smooth surface of a rock, grinded spherical by the sand of shores.

I want to feel fuzzy furryness of a cat dozing off in my lap.

I want to feel a warm, gentle hand, enveloping my own in a loving embrace.

I wa-,

and that i felt.

Her hand was small and soft, trembeling gently as it felt my wrist, stopping only at a few points to press gently into my skin for some unknown, unseen purpose.

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By the sensations that i felt, i must have not only my hand but also a fair bit of my arm out there.

Not enough to move around, sadly.

Her small fingers danced like small fairies over the palm of my hand, but i didnt try to grasp them.

Did she feel my warmth?

Did she feel my intent?

Did she understand what i wanted?

Her small, brittle hand enveloped mine.

But as soon as her small hand enveloped the back of my hand (enveloping the front of my hand must have been too hard of an angle) i felt another grasp around my wrist, and she pulled.

She pulled as hard as only a child could, but nothing seemed to happen.

But after only a second, something seemed to go awry, and i felt a hard thump above me.

Did she fall over?

No, i can still feel her hands holding onto mine.

So...

whats the deal?

As soon as i thought that, she released my hand from her grasp and i felt her body running, thumping through the woods.

What just happened?

I wasnt sure, but i wanted to feel it more.

Again.

Longer.

Will she return?

...

hm?

Hmm?

I had expected my hand to return to its position before she grasped it, but it wouldnt.

Before she had grasped it, the hand had limped, hanging perpendicular by the wrist.

I would ocassionaly hang it on the other side for the sake of change, but it would always fall back.

Limp.

So...

why does my hand feel the cold, damp fuzzy grass?

In fact, it isnt just my hand, its my wrist and the rest of it, too.

Did...

did my arm fall off?...