The blades

in #writing7 years ago

The blades start moving.
An annoying, buzzing sound gets louder and louder. It is really annoying, but it won't stop.
I start feeling the vibrations on my skin. I never liked this feeling, maybe it's a childhood trauma. It is not scary or dangerous by far. Just annoying. Maybe even cringy.
My head is pushed back and forth. Side to side. For half an hour.
Some chit-chat in the background.
I am not really listening. Even when asked questions, I answer auto-pilot. I usually don't even remember this kind of conversations..
I am done. Time to stand up and pay the piper. Or rather, the barber.
I go outside and feel the cold breeze between my ears. Plus, my back itches.