She did not wake and he rolled onto his side away from her and with his head out of the robe in the cold again, lay awake a moment feeling the long, seeping luxury of his fatigue and then the smooth tactile happiness of their two bodies touching and then, as he pushed his legs out deep as they would go in the robe, he slipped down steeply into sleep.
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I’ll think I’m responding to the play, when it’s only a tactile reaction to vibration.
Ray Bradbury -- Fahrenheit 451
I get up, walk to the night, and breathe it in —the dust, the tactile smell of wetness, oxygen now being pounded into the ground so it is difficult to breathe.