All That Is Solid Melts Into Air

This suddenly came to me as I felt the pang of reality return.

When I'm lying in my soft warm bed, I imagine sometimes that touch of a hand on my body, through my hair, the warmth of someones breast where I lay my head, entwining myself around the covers, another body, imagine soft words and the sound of breathing against mine. And then, as if by the flick of a light switch, it vanishes into nothing, into reality. And the pang becomes more real than anything. I feel it centred at my heart, radiating an aching pain through every nerve of my body. It ends with tears.