Prompt 8: Describe what you feel right now using your sense of smell. If you are feeling frustrated, write about what your frustration feels like.
I must figure out how I feel first. Like I'm in a airtight box, made of hard plastic obviously. I'm trapped in this play-place of little kids' urine and static electricity. The air is suffocating, overwhelming, intoxicating. Crowds of people surround me, bounce sheet clean clothes, oily hair and body odor, cold ash cigarette smoke masked by cheap perfume. Where is the rain to wash out the air molecules? Where are the crisp breezes carrying the scent of wet pine and soil? Where is the salty spray of the ocean over my face? Even the smell of the rotting wood washed up on the shore is preferable to the traffic fumes and angry breath in my face. Solitude, the scent of a loved one's skin, my nose craves relief.
Can you guess the feeling?
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