Pick

I found a hole in my socks, a hole that wasn’t present moments before. I wiggled my toe and sighed, and the rest of the sock came undone. The tear travelled from my socks to my leg hair, cutting the curls like fine grass. I started to panic when the jeans began to unravel and I could only determine that an invisible creature, or one too small to be seen by the human eye, was picking apart my clothing, hair, and skin. I tried to brush it off but my fingernails simply fell off.

It left my nose hair alone.