All my life I thought I was enjoying the wonderful human sense of touch, but it turns out I’ve never touched anything or anyone. I’ve held but never touched my loved ones, My first bicycle, my first baseball glove, my mother’s and my father’s hands and faces, and of course, I’ve never caressed my lover’s skin. Science has found that the very atoms of my lover’s skin has an electrical charge that rejects the electrical charge of the atom of my finger tips and creates a very tiny space between me and her; apparently, a space that can never be crossed. My God, there are some illusions in life I’d rather not wake up from.