by Will Stanton » Sun Jun 21, 2020 10:57 pm
This may be concerning for normal people, or people not under the influence of strange chemicals.
It was less concerning for Will. The hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of connections between him and the chair inflamed his senses. All of them -- he could feel the texture of the plastic, scraping microscopically along his back. He could taste the stitching on the seat, smell the chemical tinge of the faux-leather, see....ok, there wasn't enough light to see, but still. The sheer amount of information was practically overwhelming.
Will let himself sink in more, willfully further entangling himself with the seat, pressing back up against it, as his eyes fluttered.