It's the long hairs that are triggers.
Because I find them on certain items.
Like socks and a sweatshirt that she borrowed once.
They are too long to be mine,
and the glint is golden honey.
When I pull them from their static rest
they are often longer than they seemed,
when they were vein flat and two dimensional.
Between my fingers is when they trigger
the apiritions of laying not quite asleep in postfuck,
or blurring past patrons in a claustrophobic store setting.
The longing hairs are triggers.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
