Behind closed lids, I let my senses guide me. An ebbing warmth tingles my skin. Almost unpleasant in its harshness. Fire, the gently abrasive vapor occasionally reaching my nose as I continue my adventure. Eyes still closed, I open my hands and run my fingers across the object holding me up. A couch, a chair, a sofa? I don't know, but it holds me close enough that I'm not too concerned as to its specific name anymore. I drift farther from my body now, letting the rest of my spill out of my body and explore the room I must be in. The aroma of cooking floating around me and taking me elsewhere, threatening to steal me from where I must have been now.
Suddenly, pushing everything else out of my mind, there it is.
Soft and simple, just a reminder of life presses momentarily against my cheek. I don't have to open my eyes, I don't have to smell the air, I don't have to move my hands. I know who it is, where they are, how they're sitting. Just ever so softly, peppermint kisses. A soft mug of a warm frothy liquid held tightly in her hands as she sits lightly beside me. Am I clothed or not? She feels so warm as she cuddles close to me, snaking under my arm as she manuevers into her own little space. I don't fight at all, it is her space and I like her there, huddled against me wordlessly beneath my arm.
That's all I can really remember anymore. Strangely enough.
Peppermint kisses...
Peppermint kisses...
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