Phantom feet. A few years back, I used to have fuzzy slippers. Very fuzzy. I thing they had horns originally, but I cut thouse of because they looked a bit silly. Why horns since they didn’t have mouth or eyes or anything else? I loved them anyways, they made the feet warm in the winter. The weren’t made to last though. After a year they hade holes that made cold floors a bitch to walk on, the first hole came after a nail in the doorstep started to crawl out. It ripped it far too easy.

Today, it felt as if my body remembered them like a severed limb and descided that my feet should feel like they were inside those slippers. Now I miss them even more.