𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 || 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗡 𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚

sensory(w)

              
            YOU AND WESTON WERE

           getting ready for bed.it was nothing abnormal,just you brushing your teeth together in the mirror and individually switching into your pyjamas,but this night routine was different.this night you could feel the texture of the cloth clothes all over your body.it wasn't a bad texture necessarily,but every time you moved you consciously felt it scratch and brush at your bare skin and it had begun to overwhelm you,all you wanted was to get out of those clothes.

      weston was already standing in the door frame waiting for you to be done in the bathroom before you swiftly squeezed past him and began to unbutton the shirt almost frantically - now in his bedroom

       "what's going on?what's wrong?" weston asked hesitantly
"the clothes are wrong.they're not wrong they just-"you stuttered trying to find the right words "they're just scratchy.they're just scratchy and like-like dry right now and i hate it" you pushed through to explain the feeling

        you had finally got to the last button and removed the shirt,the pants following shortly after.you just wanted to get under the covers to make it fine.you had climbed into bed causing weston to follow shortly after-making you face away from him.you spread your body out a bit-looking up at the ceiling trying to focus on the pressure on you body instead of the way your skin felt like sandpaper

        "was it the texture?," weston asked softly,"those pyjamas are usually okay for you"

       "yeah" you sigh "i'm just having a really shitty day sensorily wise and i don't know why.everything is too loud or too scratchy and soft and i can't even wear my favorite clothes because it just feels wrong.it just feels like sand is all over me and i don't understand"

     weston reached out his hand to caress your arm.
"is this okay?"
"yeah i think so" you heaved,loving the feeling of his warm hands soothing you
"alright angel" weston kept his hand in place running his jagged fingers across your now goosebumped skin

   "i'm sorry" you sigh
"you don't have anything to be sorry for" he's stopped touching you,you internally cry at the loss of contact and flipped over-cradling yourself in his arms

    "better?" he asks
"better."