37. Sick
Waking up is no longer the pleasure it once was. Especially when I was up all morning crying. Until I fell into a deep sleep. As I rouse from a heavy slumber, I am first aware of the coolness of the air and it's loamy fragrance. The smell of sadness and pain still lurked each corner of my room. I half wonder if I'm still dreaming as I sit up to take in the shafts of light that burst through the gaps of my half shut curtains.
Pulling the covers off me, something else caught my attention. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and chocolate chip muffins invaded my nostrils. My stomach began to rumble when I noticed it was almost noon. I wanted to race down and eat but the smell of my breath made me want to vomit. I never thought I smelled that bad. Especially when I shower almost ever
