Lingering Scent

It was 3 o'clock in the morning. I was jolted from a deep slumber only to realize that my heart was beating too fast. I initially panicked but after a few seconds of trying to calm myself down, I recalled having a dream just before waking up. In the dream, I was taking a stroll with someone along a moonlit and deserted street. The stranger's scent, to my amazement, kept lingering on my pillows even as I was awake. This made my heart palpitate even faster.

The fresh, minty smell mildly resembled a favorite perfume* and instantly reminded me of someone whom I last walked with under an August night sky.  That actual stroll was months ago, but the one in dream brought me a kind of odoriferous ecstasy. The scent gave a kind of frosty air in the room and a breezy feeling even under the sheets. It enveloped me in a haunting embrace.

Half-awake, and still flushed with racing heartbeats, I silently wondered how a fragment of one's dream could so easily slip into the neighboring reality. Yet the scent was all the proof there was. As I slowly breathed you in, the lingering perfume brought in a calming feeling. The scent started lulling me back into dreamland where, hopefully, it would lead me to another stroll with you.

*Davidoff's Game, CK's Eternity or Bulgari's Soir