I'm selflessly donating my sixth sense to someone without.
I would not give up my sight, I guard it too much, I enjoy seeing new things, or familiar things again and again. I can't sleep on a trip because I never want to miss anything - even endless trees or fields, they're my endless daydream inspired by all around me.
And I love sounds and their absence - streams are a favorite, and the hiss of air from the hydraulic brakes on a train, or a crazy prophet on a soapbox inviting me to shout back.
The scent of a bakery at 6 a.m. or a teahouse or coffee shop are enough to assure I keep my nose and everything it does for me. And without it nothing tastes so sweet, nothing so savory. I'll keep that too, thanks.
I love flavors too much to give up taste, but of all my senses it may be my least favorite. I can go all day without eating much of anything, so I think it's the one I'd miss the least. But when food is perfect, I know I'd miss more than I care to think of. So they can't have my tongue, or the hundreds of buds upon it.
And touch? I would not give this up for anything. Imagine not feeling the shivers rush your spine when the one you love touches you in just the right way? Too big a sacrifice to make.
No, they can have my sixth sense, and my seventh and eighth if they want, but these five I selfishly guard. I'll happily donate money, and time as I have it, but leave me my little pleasures and all the ways to discover why again I love them so much.
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