the po~et 27 (in view)

Whenever he was near she could feel him. It was if the wind carried his scent to her nostrils. The scent she smelled on her sheets after a night of dreams. She wanted to speak to him , she wanted to hear him call her name, she wanted to put her arms where his body bent, she wanted him to see her watching him--she wants him.

Maybe her problem lies solely there. She's not accustomed to not getting what she wants. She wants him to come to her like he does in her dreams.