I smell him all around me. In the sheets as I press my nose into the pillow to inhale the earthen, salty musk of him. On my skin, despite the sweat that is long dried. The aura of sex is stuck to me like a pollen. With every shift of my body it tickles my nose and reminds me of what happened here. Reminds me he’s still here. For the first time ever, a dream that doesn’t end.
