You're looking for something dead.
You find it.
Now you feel it. Hold it with your hands.
Press it. Hard.
It's cold. That doesn't matter to you.
You're fingers are looking for goosebumps on the skin.
Raised. Like tiny boils.
Waiting to be pinched.
Waiting to be stretched.
You rub it in a circular motion with your thumbs.
It's soft. And tough. At the same time.
You take a deep breath.
And think of how this would feel if it were alive.
You can't, can you?
