First time writing anything like this. I believe the person this happened with will read it, and I have her permission to post. I wrote this in one go – it’s a first draft so to speak, only reading through it to fix typos basically… so forgive any mistakes. Enjoy!
It had been a week working on this ship and I was starting to feel on edge. Touch is an important thing for me, but on a ship the extent of physical contact with another is maybe shaking hands with someone once every two weeks. That, coupled with night shifts, can do weird things to a person. It was a big, ocean going vessel, contracted to work in a harbour for a month. The days were long and even though shifts were busy and the hours passed quickly, I found myself scrolling reddit, looking for someone to talk with, to occupy my mind.