This morning I was eating breakfast when I started smelling tobacco. The room got super cold and the scent lingered.
I was home alone, I don't use tobacco and it was unlikely that the smell came from outside.
Immediately, I worried something had happened to my husband. He uses tobacco, but he keeps it with him at work. I got up and went and got my phone, relieved to see he'd been posting on Facebook (I get texts when he does). Once I figured out he was okay, I realized the visitor might have been my dad. I've always associated the smell of tobacco with him.
My best friend is intuitive. So of course I told her about it. I'm "sensitive" but whereas I'd see a gentle glow, she can see it like it's a spotlight.
I should have said hi. But because I'm paranoid, I thought Allen was hurt. I hope that I didn't scare my dad off.
I'm glad he popped in. I miss him.
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