She talks quietly, yet insistently to be heard in the darkened room in which I was having a deep conversation on the telephone.
She usually would not interrupt.
She knows not to interrupt.
It must be important.
[Pausing my conversation]
[Simply]PB: I smell like you.She smiles happily, content that her message was relayed.
PB: I smell like your scent. I used your shampoo and conditioner and soap in the shower and now I smell like you.
She luxuriates in the smell of her wet hair put to her nose and breathes it in.
I immediately remember my mom's smell.
I used to love to nuzzle her neck. Distinctive. Only my mom smelled that way.
So comforting. So peaceful. I had forgotten.
And now? My PB was taking the same comfort. The same pleasure in smelling like me.
So sweet that I didn't even chide her for interrupting.
I wish I could smell my mom right now...
Many thx for flick pic by Arlette