How do I know my senses won't fool me?
*
I was about to lie on Pars's bed and close my eyes when he suddenly turned to me and grabbed my hand and lifted me up. "We're not done yet," he said as he made his way to the bathroom.
When we entered the bathroom again, he let go of my hand and went to the white cabinet and opened the doors of it, and started looking for something inside. A few seconds later, when he found what he wanted, he slammed the doors of the white cabinet and took the small stool next to it, and came over to me.
I stared at his hand in surprise as he put the stool behind me and sat me down pressing my shoulders. He had a comb in his hand.
His hand was as gentle as ever as he walked behind me and started combing my hair with the comb in his hand. While he was slowly and gently combing my hair, my eyes barely open. I was feeling tired and extremely sleepy, but this tiredness was so sweet to my body that it was worth staying up for days without sleeping.
