I caught a whiff of something. A shirt, I think. And I pulled it to my face and inhaled deeply. The world spun and suddenly I was back in your bed. I was warm and content as you slept next to me. The world could have been frozen in time and I’d not have known. How strange it is that the scent of a piece of clothing can take me so far back. So grateful I am that I remember the past as memories of comfort and safety, when all around was chaos and war.