He didn't stop. He turned and walked toward the gate, the thread trailing behind him like a lifeline or a fuse. He heard the yarn snag on the rosebushes. He felt the tension on his chest as the fabric grew thin.
Eli felt a strange lightness. The more he walked, the more the sweater disappeared. By the time he reached the backyard, his right arm was bare. The cool night air hit his skin, a sharp contrast to the humid chaos inside. Weezer – Undone (The Sweater Song)
The party was too loud, too hot, and smelled like cheap beer and clove cigarettes. He didn't stop
He looked down. There was a tiny blue thread snagged on the corner of the coffee table. He reached out and gave it a playful tug. It didn't snap. Instead, a quarter-inch of his sleeve unraveled. He felt the tension on his chest as the fabric grew thin