Arousing herself from sleep, the aroma of cookies filled the room. Now that's a pleasant smell to wake up to in the morning and one that's unforgettable. A warm chocolate chip cookie would be the perfect way to start the day.
Michelle put on her slippers and headed toward the kitchen. Her taste buds could already sense the delicious cookies being baked.
But before she got out the bedroom door, still in a dreamlike state, it hit her. You see, Michelle had recently moved to a little house in the country, where she lived all by herself. Her nearest neighbors were at least a half mile away. Who could be baking cookies?
There was no reason to be afraid. Why would you fear someone baking cookies? Tiptoeing quietly toward the kitchen, she peered around the door. There was nothing there except the smell of baking cookies. But, alas, no cookies!
This wasn't the only time she experienced the aroma, as frequently Michelle would wake up to the smell of cookies baking. Now, she wasn't a baker herself so there wasn't even a chance that it was a leftover smell from the evening before. Michelle could scarcely boil water, let alone bake cookies. Her idea of breakfast was a slice of toast and an Oreo.
Friends suggested that perhaps the person who used to live in the house baked cookies, and their spirit was coming back for a visit. But when Michelle checked with the previous owner, no one in their family baked cookies either.
Then one day, Michelle was talking to a neighbor who told her a story about the former coal mine just over the hill. It seems that the manager of the mine lived in this little house long ago and his wife would bake him cookies to take in his lunch bucket to the mine. Now, Michelle enjoyed the smell of baking cookies even more.
The memory and the aroma linger on.