As an author writing about magic I often find myself getting lost in the fantasy behind the story. Tonight I'm surrounded by the smell of Vanilla Fields. It is a perfume that I wore in college, and one that my grandmother loved on me.
The sweet smell seems to be lingering around my house, following me from room to room. Maybe I brushed against someone out shopping earlier who was wearing the scent, maybe I came across an old handbag with the lingering aroma still inside, or maybe a tiny bit of magic lives here alongside me and we're sharing a memory or two tonight.
The sense of smell is so strong to bring back memories. I loved Vanilla Fields too
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