[ WP ] You and your friend decide to put on tinfoil hats for fun . As soon as you put yours on , you are unable to hear your thoughts .

I felt a little silly to tell the truth. When Sophie produced two tinfoil hats she had made from behind her back, I had been wary to try it. I did n't want to look weird in front of her, and besides, a hat of any type would ruin my hair. But all it took was a sly smile from Sophie, the kind that dominates just one side, revealing her mischievous self. I was a sucker for her smile. 
 
 `` Come on, Dan,'' she chirped, holding one hat out to me. She grinned again and placed it firmly in my hands. 
 
 I inspected the hat closely. `` Quality craftsmanship!'' I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly. I glanced down at my hat. The rim would create a little dent in my hair, in from of Sophie no less, and then what would I do? Sophie noticed me warily considering the hat, and lunged forward to ruffle my hair. I stumbled back with a yelp as she giggled. 
 
 `` Now you do n't need to worry about messing your hair up.'' 
 
 `` Well you've left me no choice,'' I sighed, `` this better fit me.'' 
 
 `` Oh it will, do n't worry. I made it extra big to compensate for your ego,'' she spluttered, and whacked my shoulder in that friendly way. She placed her hat upon her head and frowned. 
 
 `` Feel any different?'' I teased. 
 
 `` Hmm,'' she put her hand on her hip, in apparent deep thought, `` it's a lot quieter. I think it's definitely working.'' Her tone was so serious that I thought for a moment she was telling the truth until she burst out with laughter. 
 
 `` Come on, Mr Gullible,'' she wheezed, clutching her sides, `` your turn to try a hat.'' 
 
 I shot her a small smile and brought the hat up to my head. 
 
 `` Feel anything?'' 
 
 Heart beating fast. A smile. Faster. Arm touched. Sweating. Too hot. Ache. Hungry. Path to building. Building has food. Legs move. Frequently contact with feet. Arm swing. Arm grabbed. Minor pain. Minor pleasure. 
 
 `` Are you okay? Where are you going?'' 
 
 Words, words. Caring. Emit noise. 
 
 `` Sorry, I do n't speak mumble.'' 
 
 Ache. Hungry. Move. High noise. Arm grab. Juddering. 
 
 `` Can you just stop for a minute?'' Sophie cried out, her hands tight around my arm. The hat had fallen to my feet. 
 
 `` What the fuck just happened?'' I mumbled, my hands cupping my face as I stared down at the hat. 
 
 `` I'd like to know too actually. It was weird, you're back now, but it was like you had just zoned out for a minute, but really extremely.'' Sophie looked concerned. 
 
 I swallowed hard, then broke into as real a grin as I could manage, `` I was just playing around.'' 
 
 `` Oh,'' she murmured, `` so you did n't feel anything either?'' 
 
 `` No, obviously, it's just tinfoil Soph.'' I smiled and she let out a small laugh. 
 
 `` This was silly.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, but fun,'' I said, trying to keep my tone even, `` let's grab lunch, I'm starving.'' 
 
 Sophie began to walk ahead towards the cafeteria. As soon as her back turned I picked up the hat and crumpled it into a jagged ball. I threw it into the nearest bin, ran my shaking fingers through my hair quickly and made after Sophie.
