I Could Feel Everything

Jon Jackson
Hinged
Published in
2 min readMay 19, 2018

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My elongated limbs extending from my shoulders reached forward with expectant fingers. Searching in the darkness. Memories my only light.

The tips of my fingers touched a seemingly smooth surface and my brain welcomed the signals from this interaction. A table.

The molecules making up my skin vibrated in excitement at the heightened sense of touch. My table.

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