I woke up to a calm yellow light floating through the window blinds, landing on my eyelids, and sweeping away my dreams. I breathed in the stillness of my room, the cool air, the clean white sheets. I lazily rolled onto my back, moving my comforter down to waist level. The air conditioner breathed a low "good morning" and I placed my hands on my chest to fight a chill. Immediately, a strange sensation flooded my body. I looked towards my torso, intrigued by this feeling. I ran my hands down my rib cage, tracing all the grooves and indentations, coming to a resting point over my belly button. I spent the morning exploring my body, massaging my skin, embracing this moment of comfort. Something about this felt... amazing. Almost euphoric. It was a weird experience, yet so familiar at the same time. I wrapped my arms around myself in a full on embrace, and suddenly I remembered this feeling. Has it really been that long? I thought to myself. I thought about the last time someone had touched me this way; a hug, a handshake, a kiss. I couldn't recall. A single tear welled up in my eye before rolling down the left side of my face. I brushed it away swiftly, and with that, my day began.