The Spotlight

She had wavy red hair, and I wanted to rub my fingers on the ends of it. I wondered what it would feel like. I would need to be close to her to touch the gorgeous locks. To imagine her close sent me into an acute, but sweetenly sick coma. The little curve of the ends of her hair made the nerves in my arms electrify. My hair was so straight, and I was so skinny. I wanted those curves. Not for me, but just to rub those of hers. Precious.