Sensory Writing Touch

"Eew!", that was all I could hear while I was waiting for Diana to come around with whatever she wanted us to be feeling. My over active imagination was conjuring up all manner of horrible things that she could be bringing around. Hamburger meat, Pig eyes, a or anything that you might have felt inside a dark box at your third grade Halloween party. As she got to my table, I was not spared the horror of having listening to my table mates squirm and squeal at the mercy of my perceived to be evil teacher. When she got to me and grasped my hand, she could have been a witch straight out of a story book. The anticipation was so great I thought I might explode like balloon filled with confetti. Showering the whole world with fear and anxiety. Then when she grasped my hand and lowered it into the vase, I felt a flood of relief. It wasn't anything disgusting at all. It was cold and squishy yes but nothing bad. It had been whisked by the hands of many of my classmates, so that all of the little form it had before had been lost. As I felt it I felt all of my fear slip away. As if some one had put a hole in that balloon full of confetti and let all the air out.