CHAPTER:3

I stride to the bed and yank the sheets off of it as well as the blanket. Maybe it's because this bed has been laid only once in the last number of months. I move to the wardrobe and withdraw a clean pair of sheets and a duvet from the inside.

When u finally conclude making the bed with fresh bedding and placing the dirty ones inside the washing machine, I sniff the air in the room to check the status of the smell.

It's definetly not gone. Not one bit. I come to the conclusion that it's coming from something else. I just cannot seem to point out the exact location of that something. So my last resort, well, not really my last resort but my best is to clean up the entire room. I didn't think I'd ever have to clean this ever, but I certainly don't think I can ignore the smell much longer. So;

I empty wardrobe and throw all the clothes into the washing machine that contains the sheets, I draw the curtains, dust the windowpane edges, vacuum the carpet, sweep the room, clean the nightstand drawers, open the balcony doors, pour out the water in the jar that sits on the mini-table infront of the couch, change the cushion covers........and lastly, I empty the trash I piled in the corner of my bedroom during the clean up.

When I return from getting rid of the trash I'd piled up, I stand at the entrance of the bedroom and stare at what now looks like a habitable room for a human being. I smile at my hardwork. It's been really long since I last smiled genuinely at something. Anything. But, as usual my happiness is always short lived. My smile fades the moment my nostrils catch a whiff of that stench. Oh my God! Just when I was about to pat myself on the back for getting rid of it.

My mind automatically tells me that I may have to repeat the entire process all over again. I let out an exhausted sigh. This entire process was exhausting and it sucks that I'm going to have to do it a second time. 

I'm heading to the bed to yank the sheets off again when I literally hear my stomach grumble. It's a loud vicious grumble I don't suppose I've heard before.

I take a look at the room once again and agree that everything will come after I've had something to eat.