This is what intuition feels like.
If you don't have expectations, there is only surprise.
Because he had not even a single, rational guess as to what was happening, he could not have been surprised as he knew no precedent to compare it to.
The black ink from the receipt released itself from the paper and seamlessly slinked up his finger. The blue line came up from the underside of his finger and they criss crossed and made their way calmly and confidently over his hand, up his arm, into his sleeve and disappeared.
Like tiny ants or something even smaller, he felt it come up his arm although it wasn't necessarily on his skin, it was part of his skin or even under his skin. They continued up his shoulder to his neck, above his chin, around his lips, did something of a sharp turn under h
