Cold Dead Hands

I was laying down with Jessica on her bed yesterday as was she. I had my arm under my pillow as I usually do, and my hand sticks out just a bit. She put her hand near mine, and felt it there. She began to squeeze one of my fingers with her thumb and index finger. Then she jumped up and screamed! And I was like “What?” She thought there was a mysterious hand in her bed, and did not know it was mine. I laughed so hard.

Jason

Father of four, amateur chicken farmer, tech enthusiast, primitive camper.

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