Fabreeze

I lay lovely, My bed swallows me at last. The smell smirks in my direction I wink back as both eyes plunge closed, As I rest as the afterlife would. Not because the odor bugs died, But instead, they are freshly deceased. Lemon mist scrapes my nose hair, I breathe long and deep. Creating a baby in my belly, Only to be aborted as I exhale into the refreshing ambiance. And the odor bugs visit occasionally, Thirsting.... For breeze.