I think it smells like a warm pastry that just came out of the oven.
Cinnamon roll.
The rolled up kind, rising due to the heat in the oven-maybe flavoured with some brown sugar in the middle, and lots of cinnamon dust.
Raisins topping the roll, the sweetness of it seeping into the soft, white bun.
Biting into the cinnamon roll-a small taste of ecstacy.
The whiff of cinnamon smells rusticly delicious, and the feeling of the soft warm bread in your mouth is comforting.
What am I talking about? Insanity? Or something else...hmm. It's something we'll never know.
Mamma Mia soundtrack is on loop in my brain. So if I break out into a song in the middle of the finals paper, you know why. =X
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