I miss her. I miss the touch of skin. Smooth. Smoother than any texture can be described. Imagine the calmest surface of water. Undisturbed by a single ripple or wave. Complete imperfection. The mystery of what lies beneath it turning its color to the deepest of blues. And if you touched it, simply ran your finger across such a surface, it would move and the dream shattered. Thats why dreams only exist in our sleep. So we can imagine what it would feel like to touch that water. To drown inside of it, never fearful that we could destroy it.