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Staring down at my desk, I realize I’m leaning more to the left than I should be. The left was taking up all my body heat, my presence, my everything. And for how long? It could have been hours that the left side of the desk was greedily taking my touch while the right side got absolutely nothing. I shivered at the thought and grabbed the left armrest to scoot the chair over to the right side, hoping to make up for however long I was leaning the wrong way.
Wait. Left. I vigorously grabbed the other armrest, rubbing and scratching in every place needed. Oddly enough, only the left side of my inner palm could do this job. Perhaps it was because it was the inner part of my hand. The inner sides of peoples’ arms, legs, and hands never got touched or exposed as much as the outer parts. The sun was always beaming down on it, the rain was always pelting down on it, people were always touching it.
I looked down at my arm and frowned, immediately wanting to wipe away the farmer’s tan. It didn’t usually bother me this much, but the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made me. I rubbed the inner part of my arms on my chest to make the bad feeling go away, but this only made me want to rub more, harder, don’t stop.
I eventually did have to stop because my left elbow hit the left arm rest during my harsh rubbing. Of course I would make a dumb mistake like that. With only the correct fingers, I touch the right arm rest in the place my elbow bumped the other, but merely touching wasn’t the exact way the other was so violently bumped. Trying to exert the same force on the right, I accidentally slam into it with the wrong fingers.
In a panic, I rub the middle finger — the only finger that should be touched at the moment — into the chair trying to get rid of the feeling that felt like it was seeping into my very essence. As much as I wanted to keep my finger there, I still had to take care of my arms. So, reluctantly, I gave the armrest one last long rub and went back to my arms.