𝘓𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵

.......I was sitting on the couch

.................and felt something sharp ......................poking in my thigh.
.......When I grabbed it, I saw it was glossy and sleek yet grainy and cold.
.........I stood up and threw it in the ............................................garbage.
It left a mark on my skin, dots buried in my leg following a round shape.
My fingertips followed the dented dots.
It felt tingly but relieving to stroke.
When I sat down again, I didn’t know what te fuck was coming over me. Ultimate comfort.
Just me and a soft formless comfy cloud.