That smell; That feel

That smell which envelopes you with the need to phone home.

You know the one.

The one that encompasses you in that feel.

You know...

THAT feel which is a mystery, ensconced in an enigma, shrouded in a riddle.

That smell; That feel; of supernatural

And superhuman feats and limitless potential.

That perfume of strength beyond all imaginable possibilities.

That touch of gentleness.

You know that barely perceptible hint of danger if you get hurt in any way.

Woe to the perpetrators of your maladies.

That sense of being the single most imperative part of someone else’s being.

That shimmer of glee at the sight of you behind such weary eyes.

You know?

Those eyes which wake up at four in the morning every day without fail -

No alarm clock needed.

Those beautiful windows in which you see the entire galaxy and only you can see it. Feel it. Grasp it and keep it. Forever!

You know the one.

That one that makes you yearn for Mummy’s bed.

Although you are now (supposed to be) that to someone else.

But deep down inside. There’s a part of you which remains an awestruck child.

Believing (translation - knowing for a fact),

That She is indeed invincible.

She is the yardstick that can never be matched.

And although you’re an adult;

In some churlish way, you still do the whole

“My Mum is better than your Mum” bit.

We’re just using subterfuge to pretend we aren’t.

But.

We are.

But that is how it should be.

That smell. That feel,

Should evoke all that and more.

That fragrance. That sensation.

Is like chip and pin.

Ever interlocked.