The early morning sunlight streamed into Alisha's bedroom, spilling golden light across her crisp white sheets and gently coaxing her out of slumber. The warmth of the sun caressed her face, a soothing embrace that made her stir. She yawned, her arms stretching above her head as she luxuriated in the softness of her bed. For a moment, her eyelids fluttered shut again, savoring the quiet peace of the morning.
Then, her senses stirred. A tantalizing aroma wafted into her room, pulling her from her dreamy haze. It was rich, savory, with hints of spices that danced in the air like a well-practiced melody. Alisha's sharp sense of smell, honed through years of crafting perfumes, picked apart the layers of the scent—a whisper of rosemary, a touch of garlic, and something warm and hearty simmering beneath it all. The allure was too much to resist.
