waking hour

I miss the smell of the rain
The smell of nostalgia
The smell of my bed
The smell of my cupboard, and it's small drawers where i would hide my pay.
The smell of raisin toast when i'd come home.
The smell of real food.
The smell of the students downstairs, wafting into the bathroom.
The smell of the sea.

I miss the feeling of the cold morning seeping through the cracks of my window
The feeling of new sheets
The feeling of ever changing weather on my skin
The feeling of fur
The feeling of hard times and simple pleasures
The feeling of happiness
The feeling of wholeness
The feeling of excitement
The feeling of it all falling into place.

I miss everything.