Cheek

The lights have been turned down and my pillows surround me. I close my eyes and stare at the back of my eyelids. I smell my lavender musk lotion sinking into my skin and drift into my dreamland... I feel a soft cheek next to mine and wonder who it must be. It is not romance per se, rather a sweet brush with sensuality. The sensory organs on my face perk up and sizzle... I wake up and all I can recall is that cheek. I touch my own and it is soft and smooth and I wonder for a moment if people I know have ever let their eyes wonder above my smile and thought about them.