I close my eyes, sure that I'm having a psychotic break or that I'm delusional. I've been working too hard and thinking too much about him, and now I've managed to conjure him, if only his delicious smell.

His scent is enough to destabilize me. In fact, I lose my balance altogether. I fall against the whiteboard, stubbing a marker with my chest and throwing the other markers across the room with my flailing hands.

I smell him first and then I hear him. His footsteps ...