Ooh, ooh That Smell...

Do you know the smell of the late night? It is metallic in liquid form, melted from the people that walked earlier in the light, plying the "daily life." And that smell, that air, is filled with genies, they dance and swim in circles, and they want more; they've been rubbed out of their hiding places. Some are affable, some bent on destruction. These genies are everywhere, freeze dried, in spores, spilling from ceilings and crawling out of couches. They are smart and protozoan, just looking to latch on and suck nutrients. The later it gets, the colder they smell. Only a warm touch can neutralize the odor.