Soft
Why not become a cute soft plush for a while? Relax and enjoy
They told you to lie down.
You know this will be more than just a massage. Your friend did promise you that it would be the most relaxing thing you ever experienced.
You trust your friend. You haven't been led wrong with their tips. Suggestions. Advice.
The options seemed strange.
But one seemed appropriate.
Just one word: "Soft"
Soft.
Yeah you could use some softness right about now.
Time's been hard.
But taking a little time for yourself? That might help.
And so you are lying down. Waiting.
Already relaxed. Maybe something in the air?
Falling asleep. Hard to keep your eyes open.
But you are not alone. You are touched. You feel it.
"Ah, welcome", the attendant tells you.
"I hope we did not make you wait long. The process has already started, before I got here."
And so it has. You do feel soft. You feel relaxed. You feel at peace.
You feel as if you yourself were soft.
And so you are, in ways. It does not hurt. It does not feel, in fact. You just feel how soft everything is.
Your hands. You see.
"Please relax, this part will be over soon"
And you do.
You cannot do otherwise. Not even if you tried.
You are becoming soft. From your skin, to your bones. Everything softening.
Velveteen, velour, velvet even, your skin feels wonderful. Your insides, bone and muscle gone, you feel stuffed. Nicely. Soft.
Everything is soft.
Even the world is soft.
You feel warm. You feel as if everything is wonderful. This is what you came here for. And you enjoy it.
Nothing in your mind (it is still your mind. You are still yourself. You know that. You want this)
Yet you can still move. If you make an effort. You see your hand. Stubby fingers. Seams. Soft.
You touch your face.
You are soft. All of you is soft. Warm.
You feel yourself.
Your face. Your neck. Your chest. Your hips. Your legs
Everything is so soft. Everything is plush. Luxurious. Squishy, yielding.
"Want a hug?" The attendant says
More than anything in the world.