I reached into my pockets, wanting to see what’s in them, because … well, no real reason, it just happened that the daily create assigned this to me to do.
So I dough into my pocket and found a tissue.
And, another tissue.
I wondered what emotions this tissue must gone through since it looked really worn.
I tried to refresh my memory, how long did I have this tissue in my pocket?
What happened since that made me reaching out to my tissue for support?
Then I remembered.
Luckily I had a fresh tissue in my other hand, and used it immediately.