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~EGON’S POV~ I’ve often times found myself getting charmed by all sorts of fragrances, only to grow an aversion to them in a few days. It all changed when I took one simple whiff of this woman, Celie. As if doused in the heavenly dew, one sniff of her lovely skin sends me back to my childhood, reminding me of the days that I had spent in my mother’s homeland, Aberdour. Feeling the burning rays on her supple skin, she wakes up with a scrunched-up nose. Her small and delicate hands are then brought up to shield her face to avoid the forceful penetration of the uninvited light into her barely opened eyes. “It is seven o’clock, dear one,” I try waking up the half-conscious, languorous woman. She expresses her disapproval of getting up with a forced groan and then turns away from me. T