I wake up and stretch my arms. Hair fall on my shoulder while some cover my face. I smile. I still smell like conditioner from yesterday.
Yesterday, when we were looking directly into each others eyes like nothing else mattered except that moment. Our faces were caged and covered by my hair as you gave me your familiar smile saying, “You smell like shampoo.” I laughed and gave you a kiss. I pushed myself down to hug you tighter then I smelled it too. “Conditioner,” I corrected, smiling and ready to sleep.
Last night smelled like conditioner. And it was lovely.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)