There’s a warm hand on my back

Lovely

He whispers

What?

I ask, checking to see if the sun is what’s touching me

No

Just a hand in the just above the small of my back

He saw me see

Fix me

Fix me!

Written on the wall

Watched as I panicked in class over All My Puny Sorrows

The hand is gone from my back there’s warmth around my shoulders as I stand

The sun is on the other side of the clouds

I tell him

And break into song

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