The fragrance of the perfume woke me up this morning; the moment it filled my nostrils, I flashed back to a moment, a very vague one.
“What perfume is it?…the smell is too good…” I recalled myself saying to her.
“I don’t know…sneaked it out of mom’s room…” She’d started laughing hysterically.
And then I planted a kiss on her cheek.
I opened my eyes and looked in the direction where the smell came from.
“Why’re you up so early?” My wife asked, spritzing the perfume behind her ears.
I sniffed it and let out a sigh; “the smell woke me up…” I said softly.
“Oh! is it too loud?…I though so too, but the smell was irresistible, you know!” She laughed lightly.
“…so is the memory attached to it.” I muttered under my breath.
My wife left for work. Getting off my bed, I pulled back the curtains and looked…
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