Warmth.

Warmth.
It envelopes me & fades my troubles away; temporarily.

I always try to catch e beautiful sight of yours whenever I wake up, but realised that you arent always there. The familiar scent still lingers around but it has been fading away slowly in my mind. It happens to me almost everyday & without fail, this rush of nostalgia builds up in my mind every morning. My baileys with milk isnt helping either.

Maybe that explains why I cant seem to sleep after I wake up.