dumpling

It had a plant in it, but the plant had died and no one had bothered to look inside. But there was something really terrible smelling in that pretty blue bottle. When I washed it out the whole room soaked up the smell of death and rot. The smell was so overwhelming even the dog could no longer bear it. I closed the door to the room, but the smell began to permeate the hall and the stairs. I could smell it reaching out to me as I lay in bed. It wasn't one of those smells that is so bad it makes you kinda high and you tell other people to come smell how bad it is. It was a different kind of bad - sweet and musky and dead. Later, I went back in the room with something over my face and vaguely tried to overpower the smell with dish soap. Finally I opened the window, tossed the bottle out, and shut the window again. The bottle broke on my porch - I suppose one day I will have to clean it up. Especially because it wasn't my pretty blue bottle to break.

fuck.

Got anything to say about a bad smell?