The Urge

I haven't had it in a while but sometimes there is this overwhelming desire to reach out and just...

Pick a loose strand of cotton off the back of someone's jacket or trouser leg or something.

Today sitting behind a chap on the bus I had this desire to run my hand over his recently shaved head - the hairs were very short, defined, his scalp visible underneath but I knew it would feel softly bristly. I could feel it in my palm. He didn't look the sort to be worried about his hair being messed up. The longer I sat there the harder it became not to. So I got off.