I accidentally dropped a bottle of my favorite perfume today.
As I heard the sound of shattering glass, my muscles clenched.
I quickly closed my eyes not wanting to witness the remains of what used to be a lovely, elegant bottle with a pink stopper.
I heard the Son ask if everything was okay.
I shouted back that it was but nothing was further from the truth.
I was filled with regret.
Why hadn’t I been more careful when opening the closet door?
Why hadn’t I returned the bottle to its rightful place the last time I used it?
Why did I insist on not wearing my glasses when I couldn’t see a foot in front of me?
As I spyed the perfume seeping under the nightstand, I became angry with myself.
I had bought the funky strawberry scent this past summer in Spain.
The inner child in me had been drawn to its fruity notes.
I cursed my carelessness and quickly made my way to the laundry room to grab the mop.
Walking back, I noticed a delicious scent hung in the air.
Entering the bedroom, I realized it smelled “pretty.”
As I stooped down to pick up the shards of glass, I felt the fragrance enveloping me.
Not stopping to dwell on the fact that I couldn’t remember the last time I had mopped the hardwood floor, I placed the mop in the puddle of perfume and started mopping.
Left to right, up and down, the smell of strawberries and cream filled every corner of the room.
Drawn by the scent, Roxy sauntered up to the doorway and curiously peered in.
Meanwhile, I stood in the center of the room and twirled.
Slowly at first and then faster.
Strawberries and cream swirled around me in a giant spiral.
I smiled as I realized that my earlier mishap had allowed me to discover what “pretty” smelled like.
The sound of the Significant Other’s deep voice interrupted my impromptu dance.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m twirling to the scent of pretty. Can’t you see?”
Grabbing Roxy, he said, “And is Roxy an eyewitness to your madness or an accomplice to whatever’s going on here?”
I replied, “I want to think a little of both.”
When was the last time you got whiff of pretty?