Hedonism

The whirring ceiling fan above her head told her that she was in a familiar place. The fingers kneading her scalp, forehead and cheek bones made her feel otherwise. Not to say she didn’t enjoy that sensation. She was just unaccustomed to it; flinching and itching to curl up into a ball at every touch.

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