i shut my eyes and my world turns dark

i stop searching for a sound

i stop recalling a familiar scent

as i slowly graze my fingers

and my fingers spread

there’s a feel or warmth and musk

a scruff?

a failing mustache?

a protruding chest?

and then i sigh

i am home

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