I breathed through my nose the entire night and for a moment this morning whiffed everything.
Burning toast, banana, morning sandalwood incense, rosemary, Hugo Boss, composting bucket, orange peels, last night's spinach and mushroom curry, ashwagandha tea, hand wash, residual coffee in knock box, fabric softener, lemon scented floor cleaner and I rejoiced.
Delighted with all that I could discern, running from room to room, sticking my face inside cupboards, holding soap bars to my nose, smelling body milk's, inhaling deep the aromas of fruits.
Jubilant as I was, this happiness was short lived because just a short while later as I whistled while mopping the floors my nasal congestion slowly came back, like a forlorn mountain trekker returning to base camp and all the odours and aromas I could spy began vanishing and now I hold a cup of chai, inhaling deep its gingery vapours that my brain refuses to register.
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