He’d tried everything in the last four hours. The neti pot had felt like waterboarding. The spicy ramen had only made his eyes water. Lying on his left side had briefly worked—only for the right side to instantly cement itself shut in revenge.
Nothing happened.
He looked at Sam’s sleeping face and smiled. He wouldn't wake her. This tiny, nasal victory was his alone. He closed his eyes, listening to the quiet whistle of his own relieved nose, and fell asleep just as the first hint of gray light touched the window. unblock a blocked nose
Then, a sound like a tiny, rusty gate swinging open. A whoosh. A glorious, cool, life-affirming whoosh of air rushed through his left nostril. Then the right one answered with a smaller, but no less heroic, pop . He could smell again—the faint lemon of the dish soap, the dusty books in the living room, everything . He’d tried everything in the last four hours
It was 3:00 AM, and Leo was pretty sure his nose had declared independence from the rest of his body. The right nostril had been a lost cause for hours. The left one was now staging a dramatic protest, offering only the faintest, most insulting whisper of air. Lying on his left side had briefly worked—only
