My favorite sense is my sense touch.

Without touch I would never feel the warm  hugs of my mother. The cool breeze in the air.  The heat from the warm sun.  The cold evaporation of my  glass.

This sense makes my life better because with this sense I explore the world. Throughout all the softs and ruffs all the jagged and smooth. I can feel that warm hug. I can feel that cool metal. That hot asphalt burns my feet but I can feel it.

Without this sense I would be miserable.