Sandra’s hands were moving again. As she stood in front of the full length mirror, she watched them.
First, they touched her face. She stared at them while they traced the contours of her cheekbones, then moved toward her ears feeling the curves and sensuality of each nuance of the shapes.
Her fingertips moved down to the buttons of her nightgown. She watched in horror as they slowly slipped her gown off and she was standing in the nude.
She ran, but the hands went with her outside in the rain.
“Delusional,” the doctor frowned, looking at the straightjacketed young woman.
The word is delusional. The word limit is 100.
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