Deeply inhaling the cigarette smoke clinging to my fingers, I am reminded of the scent of love. It pulls my eyelids shut and vibrates my chest. Either the covers become heavy or I become frail from the fingers reimagined by the smoke that covers my room. Warm cheeks stretch a smile that I could hardly recognize. How sincere it is to receive free feelings to internalize. How blessed I am to remember when I was baptized. What it means to have a mattress side and how it feels inches from someone who could taste so sweet. The kind of person that can put a tweak in your feet. It felt like I had been asleep for a week until you grabbed on to me. It feel like the cycles complete.