The Smell Of Burnt Popcorn Ruined My Entire Day
So I'm a person who is a creature of habit. It's just how I'm wired, I guess. That means I get up at the same time every morning, and go to bed at pretty much the same time every night. But this night... oh, no. Things got turnt all around and not cool.
Husbando tells me that I'm a sleepwalker, and a sleeptalker, but I swear I was awake for this. I wasn't dreaming about anything, I was really woken up.
By the smell of burnt popcorn.
You know what that's like, it's the worst. I can't even have it in my house once it's gone too far. That bag is coming out of the microwave and it's going on the back porch until it's learned it's lesson. I don't know of anybody that likes it, I mean, come on. Grosstown.
That was about 11:00 p.m. It woke me up, but I managed to get back to sleep. Then, it woke me up again at 2:00 a.m. It made me even get up to investigate, it was so strong. I couldn't get back to sleep after that, making me very cranky when 4:00 a.m. rolled around.
But here's the thing - Husbando swears up and down he was not snacking on my microwave popcorn. My dad didn't make any in his apartment. Where did this come from? Surely it can't be the neighbors. How would a smell go that far? Could I have possibly dreamt the smell of burnt popcorn? But why would it linger, after I was awake? Why would my brain do that? Is someone lying? It's perfectly possible that one of them could be fibbing to me.
But it's such a specific smell, you know what I mean. And now I'm left with nothing but questions.
What do you think happened? Did one of them fib to me? Is my brain playing tricks on me? Is there a crazy burned popcorn cult in the house next door?