My eyes slowly slid open. I rustled throughout the duvet trying to get comfortable again. Comfortable enough anyway, to fall back asleep. I knew it was still very early in the morning. The overall darkness in my room told me that... but what..?? .. What could that be?- It's seems vaguely familiar, and yet, stings the nostrils...
Oh man... whew!.. what IS that smell?... Is that my blanket?.. (takes a slight whiff)...No!?!... -as he leans in closer to get a good, deeper smell of his blanket that he probably hadn't washed in months... He breathes deep and sniffs hard... and immediately regretted that decision!.. Holy cow, this thing stinks. But it wasn't the smell he was smelling. Finally, he mustered up the energy to pull the blankets off and take a deep stretch. He was still in the same clothes from last night. Still felt hungover too. Now, the smell was beginning to overpower all.
Eminating, marinating, lingering... Piquing the interests of my subconscious, and high jacking all brain matter conducive to function. I was on a mission... Relentlessly, I had know. It was sweeter now... you could almost taste the honey in the air. But a most unbecoming, possibly horrific, nightmare of a nasal stentch lingered familiar and seemed to have stuck to his person. As he trotted down the staircase and entered the long corridor, he heard a faint barking that seemed to be calling him... the thought was dismissed as fast as it had arrived.
-To be Continued...
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