Sensing Six

The wind woke me up. It tried to be silent, as it always does, but I heard it creeping upon my forehead. The fury of which I’ve felt before, but heard it only in nonce occasion. Lapping its languid licks upon a childish scalp seeking unknown treats. “A trick of the senses,” said the brain at its beginning. “There are but five, now categorize the rest.” Until a sixth has spoken from the depths of an other world, I believe it never was the wind that woke me with its words.