February 25, 2010
I held onto my bottle of Coke in the passenger seat and occasionally lifted a couple fingers, creating a sticky sound. My hands felt clammy--the way they do when your palms are sweaty but the rest of them is dry. It reminded me of the way my hands felt after school, having touched a countless number of surfaces like desks, bathroom doors, lockers and vinyl seats. It was easy to imagine the germs under a microscope, but that with the mixture of my own pulsating hormones created a sense of fulfillment--showering only for the promise of another day.