Refreshed by the scent of lemon, pine and cedar, along with the mingling of eucalyptus and leather that permeated the air along the corridor of the hallway and right into his office, Doucan inhaled deeply in a display of appreciation of the combined earthy aromas that assaulted his olfactory bulb.
Upon opening and reaching the threshold of the doorway, he opened his eyes to take in the modest and quaint space that had been his office for the past six years.
The chief sauntered over to the soft tan colored leather sofa that engulfed its occupants much like the loving arms of a mother and warmed you to your toes making you feel safe and loved.
“Ah -- Hello Roxy…it feels so good to be in your loving arms”, Doucan whispered to his mama sofa as he collapsed in the corner of her loving arms and sunk deep in the folds of her love.
Progress With Purpose!
11 years ago
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