The Taste

Nova

I put my robe and bonnet on before sitting at the edge of my bed to apply my nightly skincare routine. The only good thing I appreciate my mother for forcing on me. The bed creaks lowly as I sit at the edge. From where I'm seated I can see the streetlights through the window. It's almost midnight and the roads around here are usually deserted before ten pm. The smell of my lemon-scented lotion fills the room after I open it up. I change my mind about using it when the bright blue container of one of my creams distracts me and makes me think of something else that it almost looks like.

His eyes...

The sound of the plastic bottle slipping from my fingers and hitting the floor manages to jolt me out of the weird trance I fell into. "Snap out of it, Nova." I chide myself in a low tone

"Snap out of what?" His voice fills my room along with the strong scent of old whiskey. I can tell because I'm very familiar with the ones my father keeps in his cabinet back home.

"What are y