Shocking, but not in the live wire sort of way.
A trillion electrons scattered upon a blanket,
Or nestled within cascading waves of hair.

A infinitesimal lightning bolt waiting to strike.
Electrostatic but dry, devoid of falling rains.
Not silent, but free from bangs and booms.

…The jolt still sends you leaping across the room.

Your hand pulls back–spraying sparks into something you once thought was cozy.