atoms of wool
I couldn’t take my eyes off her hands. How could something so petit move so rapidly and give birth to something so grand? If they would have a synonym, I would vote for fragility. You would say white, and we would have a word game. And we would continue, and she will have already finished and look at us with her silly deep eyes, petit as well, until we would stop.
We would look at it in wonder. It is longer than her own body, and I would totally feel like wrapping her up in it, to keep her cold body warm and her eyes away from me. They charm. And it’s irreversible. I am scared of irreversible things, especially when they’re coming from a girl. Oh, and a girl like that…
She kept the same deep look and a silly silly posture of her hands. They were still moving rapidly and I would still think of synonyms. Silly boy, take it with you, trap her in your photo, keep your body warm instead, and look into her eyes until you see their end. Meanwhile walk away, take the spell with you, her photo and the fabric. Every time your nose will show off from behind, her spell will be there, little atoms that tickle you through the wool.