I had one of these Monday night.
The next day at the grocery store I was reaching for stuff and feeling it in my arms.
"What is with my arms?" I wondered for a bare second.
Then I remembered all the punching I took. I took a peek, right there in the store. Oh yeah, they are bruised faintly. Another reminder.
Then I started remembering all the rest too. Hot. Violent. Forced. Eager. Painful. Necessary.
Reminders of him the next day.