Addiction of the senses

The smell of roses linger on my bedspread, on the pillow sheets.

It keeps my mind free to stray in wonderland while in my dreams.
An escape into a part of reality out of the state of awareness.
Retained inside part of my brain, it stays put until it awakens once again as i breathe in the scent on my pillow sham.
lets the book i read come alive.
lets me star in the movie i pick.
Perks my day in the most imaginative way possible.
A secret I keep.
Until again, i fall asleep.