i dreamt of a smell again. i smelt that wood and sulphur smell of a fire lighting up. then i woke up. i switched on the light and could only smell the bud of beli on the side table. now i can't go back to sleep.
Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.