A homemade apple pie in the oven
If I were summoned
To create a treasure
I would take:
The smell of
A homemade apple pie in the oven,
The scent of vanilla extract
And the smell of the Lavender Febreze Light Plug.
The touch of
The broad long, slotted feathers of the golden eagle
The scratch on a tree from a deadly tiger
The allergic reaction from a tarantula bite
The taste of My favourite taco sitting beside me,
The best oreo milkshake with whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle
And the most juiciest strawberry to be eaten.
The touch of
Hair tickling me shoulder
The uncomfortable feeling of grass stroking me
And the boiling sun punching down at me.
The sound of
Waves against rocks,
A Leaf crunching under my feet
And heavy rain on the window.
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