JASMINE
I feel the gentle heat on my skin: warm, not too harsh, but long enough to cause discomfort. I turn, pulling the duvet across my frame when my hand digs into something hard.
The smell of something sweet…wait, not sweet, creamy? It's hard to describe but it smells like something prepared with love and patience. I fall comfortably into my pillow, the smell encapsulating my entire frame. I just want to stay here and marinate in this peace.
My stomach wobbles and my throat echoes the feeling as I feel spit coddle at the base of my tongue. My eyes flutter in response, subtly afraid that I will open to meet nothing. My vision is temporarily blurry, the blurriness lasting for a few seconds before it swallows the picture in front of me.
There's a wooden tray, the body sandpapered int
