Smells like nobody needs me for anything.
A little ambiance for being spectacularly unavailable.
Comfortable. Not available.
Make yourself at home. A different home, ideally.
Notes of vanilla, cedar, and a very firm no.
A boundary, but make it atmospheric.
Scent: canceled plans and a locked door.
An evening with absolutely no plot.
An expensive way to pretend the dog isn't here.
The dog would like to know what your problem is.
Smells like someone else doing the dishes.
Close your eyes. Imagine a competent adult at the sink.
Scent: ignoring the group chat.
For the message you have read and spiritually deleted.
Burn until your relatives become tolerable.
Burn time may vary. So may your relatives.
Fresh notes of lemon and minding your own fucking business.
Freshen the room. Reinforce the boundary.
Smells like the house I tell people I keep.
The olfactory equivalent of shoving everything in a cupboard.
A subtle fragrance of having absolutely nowhere to be.
Put the calendar down. Nothing is happening.
Keep your wet little problems off my table.
A small island for your condensation crisis.
The table did nothing to deserve this.
An innocent table. A preventable tragedy.
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