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Sand
welcome to night vale
JEFFREY CRANOR & JOSEPH FINK
“she left the shower as most people leave showers, clean and a little lonely”
She left the shower as most people leave showers, clean and a little lonely. All traces of sand and dirt were gone from her skin, Lucy missed it oddly. At least it was something that touched her flesh.
Lucy had always been tactile. Always needing to touch or be touched. To know that what was around was real, that she was real. She wanted to ask Cooper to touch her, even if it was in violence it would be something.
She's just scared he'd laugh. Mock her for this need. “You're in the wasteland darlin’, you want someone to hold your hand and go back to your vault.” She hears him say in her head.