My sinuses are haunted

When I was six years old, I caught a cold that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I remember sneezing so hard my sinuses bled. My mother called the doctor and he said I had allergies she gave me Benadryl and I slept for three days. I never got sick again and I never ever had allergies. I also had no sinuses.<br><br>It wasn’t until I was twenty two that the issue arose. A woman, who smelled like pine needles and lavender, was my neighbor. She was a tiny woman with silver hair. She didn’t know how to change her tire, so she called me to help. I refused and in a fit of rage she threw a small stone through my window. It didn’t shatter, as she threw it, instead, she put it through an open window and onto my bed. It had a letter with it that read <br><br>“Now that I have your full attention, I will say this again, change my tire.” <br><br>Well, I sure as hell had her attention now, too! So, I went to her door and knocked. <br><br>“Change my fucking tire!” She answered. <br><br>That’s when I sneezed. It was a full sneeze, as I she had to duck. But I had never sneezed that hard. I felt blood dripping from my nose. I sniffed and as I did, something popped into my mouth. I spit it out in my hand and the sweetest, cleanest, crème brulee smell invaded my nostrils. I looked down at what I had in my hand, and it was the tiny stone. It was made out of purple glass that smelled like peaches and pine. I can’t tell you how sweet it smelled. I never experienced anything that smelled that sweet before. <br><br><br><br>I went back to my room to clean my nose. As I looked in the mirror I noticed my nostrils were dilating and I heard a small whisper from my nose, “Your sins are my hell.” Then my nostrils closed shut like little doors. <br><br>I chalked it up to allergies, but I didn’t need Benadryl. I didn’t itch or anything like that. It just seemed my sinuses were closed for business. It was a shame because that woman’s house smelled wonderful and she was incredibly beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to sit by her and smell her scent. I decided to open a window and inhale. The air was so fresh, clean, and full of pine. I felt like I was in the woods, which was nice, but I missed that feeling of being in a woman’s space. <br><br>Days went by and my house felt stale. I had allergies, so I guessed it was ok, but I missed walking outside on Crisp autumn nights. I began to stay indoors more and more. I missed the smoke smell from the chimneys, the fresh cut grass, and the Halloween bonfires. I even missed the smell of the neighbors smoking weed, as it was always something new. Sometimes it smelled like blueberry cheesecake, and sometimes like fresh cotton. I realized I had no sense of smell. I went to the doctor and he verified my lack of smell. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had no allergies. I decided to go to the park that night and see if I could catch a breeze. I got dressed and went to the park. <br><br>The air was crisp. It smelled like leaves, with just a hint of fire. It wasn’t from a bonfire, but it was just a slight hint of fire. I sniffed and as I did, something popped into my mouth and I felt my sinuses open. It was the purple stone again. As I smelled the air I realized I could smell things before I even got to them. I could smell the mud of the lake, the cotton candy stand, and the fried dough machine. It all smelled like heaven and earth and everything in between. I felt like I had fallen into a dream that I didn’t ever want to wake up from. <br><br>I never went home. I rented a hotel room near the park. I went home to get my things but the woman who lived there smelled like trash and rot. I grabbed my clothes and left. I never went back home and the sweetest memory I have was that park and that smell. <br><br>I would go to the park every day, every night, and every moment I could. Sometimes I would sin, but I didn’t care. It was so worth it. I would sin, and every time I did, my sinuses would close. But before they did I would get to inhale that beautiful crisp air. I would go as long as I could, but I would always sin. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t resist that smell. <br><br>One day, I met a woman. She smelled like peaches. I loved the way she smelled. She loved the way I smelled, too. She smelled me and I smelled her and we fell in love. I wanted to be with her more than the park. There’s something about a woman. I’m not sure what it is, but there is just something. She was kind and made me laugh and she was so sweet. I loved her. I married her and she became my life. I forgot about the park and I forgot about my sinuses, but every time I saw her, I sin. <br><br>One day I was gone for a minute, I can’t tell you where. But I came back with her and she was missing. I looked all around, but she was gone. I looked for her sinuses and they were gone. I went back to my room she had left a note that said <br><br>“You sin too much, but I will never leave you.” <br><br>I looked around and saw that she had moved all my things back to our old house. I didn’t understand, but I remembered that woman. The tiny woman who had smelled like lavender and pine needles. I remembered her and I remembered the first time I sinned. I didn’t understand. The woman I loved had moved all my things back home, but she wasn’t there. <br><br>I decided to knock on the old neighbors door and ask if she had seen her. She answered and looked beautiful. Her hair was silver and shiny and she smelled like a fresh cup of steaming coffee. I asked her if she had seen my wife and she said she hadn’t. I asked her if she had moved my things back home and she said yes, she sin. I asked her if I could enter and she said yes, but I sin.<br><br>I entered and her house smelled like chocolate cake with marshmallow icing. I felt like I was in heaven. She asked me to sit and I sat. She got up and went to the kitchen, she she had to sin. I went with her and the kitchen smelled like bacon drippings. I felt like I was in a dream and I couldn’t wake up. She sin and handed me a cup of coffee. <br><br>We sat and drank and sin and she told me she had found my sinuses. She said she had my allergies. She said I could stay and she said I could sin, because she sin. I have been here since. I sin every minute, every second, every day and I love every minute of it. She is so beautiful and the house is so nice and I can’t sin without her. <br><br>I sin. She sin. We sin. <br><br>If you’re wondering about the woman who smelled like peaches, I sin. I sin so much I can’t stop sinning. I would sin her if she was here. I sin. She sin. We sin.<br><br>I sin too much.