The faint rays of sunlight peeked through the folds of her yellow curtains and touched his face. He stared at his fingertips, now eerily glowing in the semi-darkness which was slowly retreating in the light of day. Transfixed by the flaming appendages, he felt as though a small part of him was now invincible. Godlike, even. He turned his attention to the tiny foot poking out from under the soft pink duvet on the bed. It was limp, but it pulsated with life. As he stared, the blood underneath the skin seemed to become even redder in the sunlight. He concentrated and he thought he could see the blood vessels branching out longer and further into the smallest capillaries. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He slowly reached for the foot with his glowing fingers. As he got closer, he felt - or did he just imagine it? - the skin throbbing in a slow rhythm.
He pounced.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!", he yelled.
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I like it. :)
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