The Touch I felt someone gently caress my cheek as if I were a delicate china doll. And then slowly tracing my jaw, like a soft feather's touch. A soft sigh escaped between my lips, though unsure of what this is. It was gentle and soft but cold at the same time. It was soothing yet at the same time terrifying. It was overwhelming yet void. I missed being caress, touch like this. It slowly went to my eyes, my eyelashes fluttering, feeling a bit ticklish. But I still kept my eyes closed. I don't want to open them, I want to cherish the feeling. It then went to my plump lips, tracing every curve of my lips. Feeling the softness of it. Then I felt the caress on my hair now. It was relaxing and tense. I was confuse. I wish to enjoy this all but I can't. It was like being thrown into an unknown abyss. You don't know what to feel. All I can see is darkness and there's no light to lighten me. I feel lonely yet there was someone touching me dearly. The touch was very overwhelming. And then I heard humming. The tune was slow and it made me shiver. The hand continues to stroke my hair as I listen to the tune. It was melancholic and distant. It was like being relived from a memory. There was only one flaw. I live alone. I have no one...here with me... And yet I can feel someone's cold hand caressing my face and my hair as I try to sleep.