Your cologne lingered on me like my own soap from the bath. My tshirt drifted lazily out with each breeze. The spice entered my nose and the vanilla musk filled the very crevices of my throat. My stomach filled with a warmth, a tiny fire lit. The embers coated my skin in warmth, flushing my cheeks and wrapping around my elbows in a warm embrace. What felt like a hand rested on my neck as if calming me and lulling me to sleep. As I snuggle up to the furry bear that has long forgotten your scent, I smile into my tshirt, my nose buried in its folds and thank God I haven't. The vanilla lingers the next day, reminding me gently of days spent snuggled up to you, the cologne drifting out to latch onto me like your arms. In it, I am safe.
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Imagine This
Short StoryImagine This is a collection of various rants, or meandering thoughts I have or even some stories that I wish to bring to life instead of just living in my mind. A rather vague and flowery diary of my thoughts that I feel needs to be written or else...
