STENCH

There was a stiff scent. I could smell it right as I took my first step into the room. It was something chocking the rest of the air away, forcing it to leave. Quickly I became dizzy as if literally hit by the odor. My head was swimming in it, in something I didn't even know or understand. Looking around I could not find it's source but I knew something was different about this room. It was here somewhere. Something had gone on here, something was unsettling. Then, like a second slap to the face, it was there. Everything was out in the open, visible for anyone to see. It was the aroma of awkward. The reek of remembrance. The stench of the situation.