Based off a starter prompt from a friend, "the scent of vanilla was overpowering.." 100 word drabble. Don't own, never will.
D.R.
The scent of vanilla was overpowering. It overpowered the scent of sweat and alcohol. He didn't even know her name. He just knew there were too many mornings he woke up like this. Too many mornings he just couldn't get her out of his head, out of his thoughts. Too many mornings he regretted the night before, regretted knowing that the next night would be the same despite the child asleep down the hall because there were too many nights he needed an escape. He hated vanilla, that sweet, cloying smell. He hated it because it didn't smell like her.