Incense
As I closed my eyes, the perfume of that long and thin object surrounded me, enclosing me into a separate reality, and slowly drifting me far, far away. Through the darkness I found my way, as the odour of the incense embraced me into a different world. We’ve always been used to visual perception, since our young age, as we use it as our main recognition of the environment we live in. But scents, sounds, and tastes are, nonetheless, as powerful as visions. It was a great opportunity for me to escape reality, and imagine the world through a perfume, an odour, a scent. This time deprived of sight and stimulating my brain to get used to a different sense perception. That night I dreamt of oceans, seagulls flying up in the sky as if I were living in slow motion, people laughing and smiling to one another, children playing in the sand; no nightmares, no bad dreams, solitude, and desperation. I was happy in my sleep, and it hadn’t happen in a very long time. That long and thin perfumed object had saved me from sadness and madness, something that no-one had been able to do before that. I owed incense my whole life.
