There's a certain balance to be found in the everyday. A grounding of the self in that which is mundane, allows a person to go beyond the norm.
At times, it could be said that such a base is necessary to allow superhuman displays of ability.
However, it is not merely the realm of the metahuman that owns this quirk. The average person requires such things as well - the overabundance of “comfort food', “comforts of home” and the like is stark evidence of this.
A slim hand trails along the blankets, fingers that but a scant few hours ago were clutching at a smooth expanse of skin, fingers that still bear the unmistakable scent of her lover.
Fingers grasp the blankets and bring them to a pert nose. The rich spice of her lover's scent fills her nose and she closes her eyes, savoring the memory of sweat slicked skin and gasping declarations.
For a moment of sweet eternity, she basks in the smell of her lover, before rising to greet the day.
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