Scent of a Man
Updated: Sep 3
I slowly opened my eyes, the light beginning to filter in through the blinds covering an unfamiliar window. I slowly turned my head, trying to remember where I was, and what had happened the night before. My head was beginning to throb, a clear sign that I'd been drinking at some point, probably more than I should have. The bed was comfortable and smelled clean, so that was something. In fact, the smell of the bed was, for lack of a better word, mesmerizing. I felt my morning wood coming to life as I breathed in the scent surrounding me. The room looked like a typical college student's room, with posters of athletes and bands on the walls and a desk covered with paper and books.
