OneWord: Sense

Late at night when the room is pitch black and my thoughts are the unhurried type that come just before sleep, I find myself sensing a presence at my bedside. She has cool hands and a soothing aura, and smells like my grandmother, and when she comes, I ease into restful sleep.

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