7 Letters: Letter 2

To My Favorite Daydream,

Do you know you’re in every scenario that I can think of?

There’s one where I wake up in the morning, and the first thing I smell is the scent of your aftershave on my pillow. It's the most delicious scent. So masculine and strong. The aroma causes a soft and hazy smile to form on my dry lips, like a woman after her first mind-blowing climax, or letting chocolate melt and spread over your taste buds after weeks of dieting. There’s another particular scenario in which I come home from a long day of work, completely sodden from head to toe due to the heavy rains outside our windows that matched my mood. I have my usual frown on my face but then I see you appear from my bedroom, in nothing but black boxer shorts and a cup of coffee in your hand. Your glasses are falling off of the bridge of your crooked nose and I can't help but giggle at the sight. You do that you know, make everything better by doing nothing at all, by remaining a figment of my imagination, because otherwise you’d be real and we can't have that. I love molding you into my perfect summer day, and having you in front of me, alive, breathing, sighing beneath me, it would only cause this dysfunctional heart to stop beating.

Sincerely,

Your Nightmare.