I was in my neighborhood, more specifically around my old primary school.
There were somehow bad memories.
Green fence, playground, kids, houses.
I was watching living view. Everybody were cheerful but me.
Someone asked me "Aren't you painful?"
I answered "What are you talking about?"
That moment I looked down.
A screw was in my left foot's second toe. It screwed deeply.
Pieces of asphalt were stuck in my sole.
I was walking in street by barefoot!
So I spun the screw out of my skin. It marked its screw mark in my skin tissue.
Then I disinfected that wound with alcohol.
It hurt so bad that I have a break while disinfecting.
I tried to get rid of asphalt pieces too.
Yet those were in my skin too deeply so only way was to cut out my skin.
I couldn't cut my skin with knife, so I couldn't help not walking barefoot, with asphalt pieces inside.
After wake up, I remembered wooden thorn inside my skin.
It was so deep, already skin was growing on it. So I should give up pulling it out and let that thorn inside my skin.
