Toilet Water-Latent

-He stares into them, the eyes, and almost achieves recognition. The mechanism of memory, in his mind races through the recollection of brown/hazel/tan eyes he’s ever encountered, but the light hazels, which now feel pressed against his own, blur in proximity and become perceptibly imperceptible. Even if he had a photographic memory, as at times he believes he does, without a clear perception, it’d only be a cumbersome frustration, as it was most likely the relaxed light headedness that allowed him to relapse into the state between consciousness and sleep.
Staring, staring into, even after the focus has been completely lost, those eyes, he begins to feel the tingling, the awakening of his olfactory sense. He inhales deeply, a familiar sweetness, toilet water. He can identify it from many different points in his conscious memory. He is returned to the heaving sighs as he attempts to taste the scent and perhaps, place it to the memory that perpetuates it. But even with the blurry eyes staring into him, all he accomplishes is lungs full of the sweet aroma. It reminds him of a thousand faces that have come and gone, but none belonging to those hazels peering into him at this very moment; unrecognizably familiar.
He remains dazed and lost in this scent, as the now, bright eyes, dissolve into the darkness of recollection. The faces reeling by so fast they leave scant, if any, light from their presence. The frantic movement beneath his eyelids diminishes. His eyes snap open. Pupils dilating exposed to the daylight thundering against the window. Focus still soft. He sees her clearly, and she disappears into the sun’s rays. So quick, it was like a single frame of unconscious memory. A beat; he closes his eyes trying to recover the image. He knows it was an internal manifestation projected outward. Searching frantically through the mechanism of memory, he achieves nothing, possesses nothing and ends feeling displaced. A déjà vu sensation courses down the length of his spinal chord. The neurons and nerve endings, throughout his body, exasperatedly search every remnant of recollection, from muscle memory to conscious dream. His body spasms and he falls back onto the couch, his eyes wide open.