It reminds me of moments of internal discomfort because of the cyclone running inside my head coupled with a complex and difficult relationship with a significant female figure in one’s life who the protagonist (you) is close to. However, there is a lot of emotional baggage associated with being in the presence of this person. I could not figure out if it was the warmth of the leather of the upholstery of the car or was it the strange discomfort of feeling pleather. You have a gift, it is precious.