I’m in her lap, on the big bed with the velvet green bedspread and velvet green cushions. Surrounded by softness–the pillows on the bed, the pillow of her chest. So cushy and comfy. I press and push with my tiny hands, and am startled when she cries out, “Ouch! That hurts!”
How can it hurt when it’s so soft?
This is the first time it occurs to me that what feels soft and cushy and good to me, might not feel the same way for her. That my pleasure can be her pain. It is epochal, this epiphany.
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