The inside of the cabinet smelled of drying paint.
That heavy, intoxicating scent that filled my nose everytime I stepped into the bathroom.
Bitter and Pungent, it carried that familiar odor of lead and medicine. The kind that I was terrified to take as a child.
It almost made me dizzy, being near it.
The smell encased the bathroom as the door hung open loosely. Vitamin bottles and toothpaste tubes forever tainted by that horrible smell of ever drying paint.
