Anatomy

Rest your head in that perfect groove. Feel that warm moist zephyr glide past the tip of your nose. Then sense that inflation and deflation. Then the undulance of a strong pulse; that depolarisation sensation. Twines so hard with your own as to render fibrillation.

The same familiar distinct smell tunnels through you running it's course round and round in your mind. Alluring you into this realm. You fall for it every time.

Rest your head in that perfect groove. Feel that cold stale morning draught waft over your face. Draped round you is a prickly red scarf. In your mouth, that bitter taste. The cadence of a strong pulse; your own. Each pricks you like a leaf from a pine, makes you tear yet keeps you alive.

The same familliar distinct smell tunnels through you running it's course round and round in your mind. Alluring you alive. You fall for it every time.