I’m sitting here with my head propped up on my hand and I suddenly smell biscuits
Like really good, fresh biscuits
So I look around to see who I’m going to have to stab for a biscuit, and the smell goes away
So I put my head back on my hand
Biscuit smell returns
Look around, because someone is definitely here somewhere with a pan of biscuits
Put my head back on my hand
Biscuit smell returns
Finally realize it’s my hand that smells like freshly baked biscuits
Then I get super disappointed that there aren’t actually any biscuits to eat
