Surface Area (The Fifty Seventh)

The mind can play on the senses.  Sometimes you see what you want most right next to you even though its not really there, like a dream in the waking world so real you can breath in the aroma and feel it on your skin.  Even though your not here I still wake up sometimes with eye's half closed and can almost see you across from me, every line on your face gone in the peace of sleep and a smile twitching the corners of your mouth from some pleasant dream.  You've never had your nightmares with me.  I wake up and wish you were there hard enough that it aches.  Then I blink and you're gone, I blink and I can't smell you on the pillow next to be, I blink again and I ache only half as much, I blink again and its just dulled sense of something missing in the middle of my chest, I blink one more time and I roll out of bed and start my day