cower to touch

[devour_all_hope]

If you’ve ever touched me or seen someone touch me you will be able to follow along with this post of mine. When a hand is laid upon me an interesting thing usually happens. If I anticipate a sustained connection between myself and another I begin to shake. If I believe it is to be short I might just hold my breath and let it pass. Otherwise I will cower a little to the temporary connection. I never put much thought into why exactly this happens with me but I did some thinking on it the other night and I may have my first theory on it. I don’t cower because I am afraid or dislike being touched, quite the contrary. I believe I cower and shake because I like it and I am slightly afraid to like or enjoy something as simple and meaningless as a touch.

Maybe even. Well... Animals usually allow people whom they trust to touch/pet them. Maybe subconsciously I don’t trust anyone... They will star with scratching between my shoulder blades and behind my ears… The next thing I know I’m on my back having my chest scratched and my ribs tickled… Then POW! Knife right through the chest... I don’t know... There are so many things it could be I guess...

Hell maybe it’s a little of both..