[ She hesitates a moment before putting her hand in his, but it isn't there for more than a second before she's retracting it back, like it's been burned.
She shakes out her hand, confused, and tries again. This time holding on as she lifts herself, trying to concentrate on balance but concerned with what she's feeling.
She rarely dreams so directly of people, and when she does direct contact tends to be violent. But even then, it's amorphous...she can't really feel it. This is like a static shock, the presence of another human in a way that feels so real ]
Wait, something's wrong.
[ She lets go with one hand, and with the other pinches her arm. Hard. ]
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She shakes out her hand, confused, and tries again. This time holding on as she lifts herself, trying to concentrate on balance but concerned with what she's feeling.
She rarely dreams so directly of people, and when she does direct contact tends to be violent. But even then, it's amorphous...she can't really feel it. This is like a static shock, the presence of another human in a way that feels so real ]
Wait, something's wrong.
[ She lets go with one hand, and with the other pinches her arm. Hard. ]