Olfactive Dream

i may not be a mindful savant but when i close my eyes, i can smell fresh croissants my mind in golden flaking surprise i'm not French or raised in Paris my cuisine tends toward the plain eyes open again, i'm a bit embarrassed the sensation i'm puzzling to explain i close them again, feel sun on my lids warmish winter wash on a cold winter day slowly inhale scents of biscuits & grits chance childhood memory from decades away i blink quickly retreating to maturity and red-hot iron stove cools into past yet i want this dream to come back to me so i close my eyes and attempt a recast nostrils flanged i tentatively inhale search oblique, a blind man without cane aware now of cinnamon sticks and ginger ale unaware from what memory, this reality came but the scent is strong and sense of being is both strong and impossible to place is this a reminisce of past event agreeing to return, for my mind to embrace did i meet someone while holding a drink did unconscious tuck away some Christmas scents does it now return within eyes-mind unblinked does my id tap my ego with aromatic presents immediacy and fulfillment are juxtaposed total sensation of my experience complete i hear nothing, see naught, with eyes closed dreaming reality scents just waft in my nose © Goode Guy 2014-01-31