BOOZE! ALCOHOL! Beerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeer. So drunk I could count the number of drinks. Alcohol everywhere, alcohol floating lightly on the air, alcohol a sudden cloud in the whole motorhome. Don’t want alcohol, don’t like drinking, too much alcohol! Everyone is drunk, I’m not drunk, everyone else is drunk. BOOZE.
Buried beneath: smoky, hidden, sinister, sly. Rich and deep but I don’t wanna know more. If you gave me all the cigars I could smell out which one he smoked.
Lift up his shirt (“uh, Kathy?”) and his skin smells comforting, familiar. But tinged with cigar smoke. Seeped into his skin, a mix of good and bad. With no smoke will be better.
Drippy eggs with buttered toast at Grandma’s and my mouth is watering. I’m not drooling, am I? Just hungry. Really, really hungry (“Does she always eat that much?!”).
Smelling myself in the car. Do I always smell this bad?! I know I didn’t shower today, I woke up in the motorhome after all, but this is awful! Oh god can everyone else smell this too? Have I always had such a strong odor?? I will shower the instant I get home, I swear it.
Thank god the bathrooms do not smell.
Wash my hands and SOAP! In my mouth, in my nose, bubbles and licking a soap bar. Go away! Leave the sink! Too much soap!
Hungry again. There’s a bagel shop. Something smells good. Reeaaaally good. I can’t focus on the menu. What is that smell?! Figure out the smell and order that. I can’t think! Oh god my mouth is watering.
BACON IT’S BACON FIND SOMETHING WITH HOT BACON AND ORDER IT THE TOP SANDWICH HAS BACON IN IT I WILL ORDER THAT THE LADY CAN’T UNDERSTAND ME ALL I REMEMBER IS BACON BUT I WANT THE WHOLE SANDWICH SHE FIGURED IT OUT AND NOW I HAVE A BACON SANDWICH BACON BACON BACON.
I love mochas! I should get my favorite, a decaf mocha from Starbucks to go with my bacon sandwich. Chocolate is so good.
It smells like the cardboard hot carrier. Damn.