A Familiar Scent
My forehead moves again, but this time, it isn’t because I move it. Whatever I’m resting against shifts ever so slightly. It does it again, and then again, steadily and rhythmically…almost as if it’s…breathing.
A huge bell goes off in my head, putting two and two together as my body continues to give in to the magical trance it’s under despite my brain struggling to tell it otherwise. My nose doesn’t seem to want to be set free from the aromatic spell it’s under, either.
I find myself in a very strange state of calm despite my gut feeling that something is off. Even though my mind is starting to race with questions, my body seems to turn flaccid, abnormally relaxed as if all the muscles and nerve endings from my neck down are on a lunch break.