Once you develop (or it just gets so bad) a sensory disorder, you are actually able to describe textures so much better. Like, if I would to write about a blanket right now…
‘The wind howled outside as he curled up on the couch, the coarse, old material digging into the heels on his feet as the fluffy throw was wrapped around his fingers, pressing against any exposed skin and molding around hid body. He shifted a bit, the material of his jeans grabbing at his skin, almost scratching in a way, and his sweater seemed to glide over his skin, and just like the blanket, mold over his body. The hot mug in his hands was a welcomes different, the smooth, porcelain mug steaming with hot honey tea.’
Like, I would have never of noticed how jeans seem to like bite at your skin, or how an older couch does indeed feel super coarse, almost like a short haired dogs fur. Or like older socks. I feel how a shoe covers your foot and rubs against the sock, causing your sock to run against your feet. It sucks, but it is cool.
