I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the edge of my bed, already planning what I was going to do when I woke up in the middle of the night. Midnight laundry sounded like a good idea. I hadn’t unpacked yet, but there was no way I was going to drag myself back downstairs to get my suitcase now.
I stood back up to undo my hair and leave the pins on my dresser.
I’m not sure what came over me, but I felt a wave of sentimentality as I thought of the stinky perfume Kiki had made for me. I took the lid off of the jar and leaned in to take a sniff.
I immediately regretted my choice. The smell filled my nostrils and instantly coated the back of my throat. I felt like I could taste the very plants that had been used to make the perfume and I coughed and gasped to clear my airway.
I fell back onto my bed and everything went black.
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I want to know who Kiki is!
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