Sensory writing: touch

I was anxious to touch what ever it was that Diana had. I felt confused, and a tad excited. So I waited, the smell of crayons in my nose, because my blind fold smelt exactly like crayons. Everyone around me was giggling, even me, which raised my awkward excitement. Then, after waiting so long, it was finally my turn. I removed my ring from my right middle finger, and reached my hand in the cold glass jar which contained the gooey substance. It felt cold, goopy, and it slipped right between my fingers. It was rather slippery, and almost plesant. I lifted my hand out, with my hand touching the cold glass. I took a whiff of it, it smelt like kiwis and apples. I then ripped off my crayon-doused blind fold, and little chunks of this light green jelly substance. I went over to the sink, grabbed hold of the cold metal, and turned the cool-ish water and soaked my hand to get this jelly-thing off of me.