Comfort gloves

After work I usually give my girlfriend a call. It beats walking back to my room in silence. And it also relieves some obligation once I get to my room and have entertaining things to do.

But it’s been cold lately. My hand chills as the cool winter quarter air swirls by. I’m not a fan of being cold. I just don’t find it comfortable. And in the dark of night, I worry my hand might freeze to my face. That would kind of suck. Frostbite is bad news; the idea of ripping frozen flesh off my face is an even more horrifying idea.

But I carry those big poofy gloves in my coat pockets for such an occasion. So I finally put the right glove on so my hand could carry my phone in warmth. It also felt like it could be a good prank. People would see my gloved hand and assume I had on two gloves, but when I pulled out my other hand they would be baffled and I would be giddy with laughter. Or they would bust out a Michael Jackson joke on me and the tables would be turned.

When I slid my glove on, I found it was very comfortable. Very comfortable. Like when you pull a fuzzy blanket over you as you begin to fall asleep on wintery night. It was amazing. So I threw my prank out the window and donned the second glove. But that left me a bigger fool as I walked around flexing my fingers and cooing with comfort.

Now I carry those gloves like a security blanket. I wear them whenever I get nervous. I wore them during my last math test, despite the difficulty in griping my pencil. I wear them for presentations, even if I’m the only one wearing a tie and snow gloves. And now I’m starting to worry nobody is going to like my article.

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