I would take the sound of a Rolls Royce elegantly

gliding down the motorway, the sound of bees buzzing

around a hive and kettles screaming like a terrified child.

I would take the fresh  smell of recently cut grass scattered across the emerald  lawn and the smell of a barbeque lulled me closer to its fiery surface.

I would take the taste of a fruity cocktail on a tropical island with teal seas, the taste of a salty sea splashing against my lips and the taste of fresh coconut which had just been pulled off a palm tree.

I would take the sight of a colossal oak tree towering over me, the shops in a shopping centre gathering in a circle and the sight of a landscape surrounded by ancient trees.

I would take the feel of a red velvet pillow moulding round your hands, sand phasing through your feet and a grasp of a baby’s hand.