You close your eyes.

The second you do, you feel his prescence.

"I'm alone in this room."

Your attempt at comforting yourself doesn't seem to work.

Specific memories dart through your mind.

You feel hands against your body.

Your air supply has gone weak.

Following a therapists advice, you count to ten.

Opening your eyes, you see you're alone.

"It worked.." you think aloud.

Once again your eyes close.

You take in a deep breath.


Old Spice.

It floods your nose, drowning you.

There's no escape.

His cologne.

He's here.

Time to rationalize.