Scent of Nostalgia
Just out of the dryer, the sheets were warm and smelled of soap and mild perfume. Madelaine recalled her childhood when they smelled of prairie winds and sunshine. Burrowing her face into her pillow at night softened her dreams. In winter, the frozen sheets smelled of snowflakes and sparkle. After drying inside on a makeshift clothesline they smelled fresh, only the memory of snowflakes remaining. Putting her head on her pillow, her dreams were fresh and clean.
Madelaine finished folding and putting away clean sheets with their synthetic fresh scent. Dryers were certainly more efficient, especially in winter, but all the scents on the market couldn’t replace the aroma of outdoors.
“These fragments I have shored against my ruins.”
~ T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
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