The novelty has worn off.
Not having my shoulder back in full use, but the rapid increase in my senses.
The gym does nothing to quell them, despite easing the restlessness in every muscle in my body. But it works for perhaps an hour, and then the restlessness returns.
Every corridor feels too full. Every room feels warmer than ever. My blazer has become an ornament on the back of our suite door. Too warm, too restrictive. My tie is driving me mad, and is looser around my neck than usual.
I can tell when someone is nervous before they speak because their pheromones have already told me. I can read people more easily, and it is becoming alarming.
I can hear conversations from the far side of the hall and separate them without trying. I catch the scent of rain before the clouds have gath
