He suddenly smelled the irresistible perfume of something just baked. Probably the scent of one of those heavy, unhealthy, but absolutely delicious Danish cakes. It was unexpected, but sweet and delicate the way a cozy sensation wrapped him up. No more fear nor anxiety. His twisted mind took softly a rest from those obsessed thoughts that were taking him hostage for months, and so did the piercing and constant beating of his temples. He easily recognized it. It was the same warm feeling that caught him a couple of years ago in that woody white house, during his first visit in Copenhagen.When the sweet and whelming absence of pressure that lulled him for a while vanished, he finally realized that there was no need to have an aim in life.
FART
14 hours ago
Nice mood you create in your piece. Was his reaction triggered by eating the cake, or just the memory of the smell of it?
ReplyDeleteWhat was your seed phrase? Not "to have an aim in life", since you would have had to have written 'life in aim an have to' in the free writing...