I was 30 years old and sleeping on the same Mickey Mouse blanket from when I was a kid. Unchanged little yellow bedroom at my Granny’s. A spot of paint still chipped away on the wall from when I would pick at it as a little girl. The texture of the paint peeling off reminded me of peeling eggs and I really liked that. Have you figured out yet why I love all these sensations? What do you know about autism and girls?