Colby

The smell was something I could only describe as sweet, mixed with a hint of berry. I was overcome by the scent, unable to think of anything else. In the middle of talking with Michael, I stood up and started walking, entranced.

“Hey Colby, what are you doing?!” Michael shouted.

“I smell something. It’s—hard to focus on anything else.”

Michael grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to look around.

“You have a glazed-over look in your eyes and claim there is this sweet scent ...