He asked to brush my hair, I said yes. It made me feel weird - nice. He put down the brush. I didn’t say yes to anything else. The room was too warm and smelt of lemon-y steam when the dishwasher opened. Threads were coming away from the carpet in patches. Crimped, like they’d been wet-plaited and unwound the next morning.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 9:14 AM UTC
He asked to brush my hair, I said yes. It made me feel weird - nice. He put down the brush. I didn’t say yes to anything else. The room was too warm and smelt of lemon-y steam when the dishwasher opened. Threads were coming away from the carpet in patches. Crimped, like they’d been wet-plaited and unwound the next morning.
