Childhood feelings

As I pull my mask of happiness over my face in the mornings, I like to remember.
I like to remember the pure joy of an innocent child running about the forest, soaking in the sun.
The feeling of a true laugh brought about by a simple joke.
The feeling of Satin sheets submerged in unconditional love and care being wrapped around a child who knows nothing but security.
My forgetful body longs for those sheets once again as it prepares for the day.
It wishes these feelings became once again familiar but this body has long forgotten the warmth of these feelings and will soon also forget the ability to remember at all.