[ WP ] Write a story about waking up , and not having one of your senses .

It was n't so bad at first. I barely noticed it. Life seemed to go on just fine without it. I could go to work, make love to my wife, drive the kids to school - everything a responsible father is supposed to do. 
 
 But the truth is, I rarely enjoyed anything anymore. I sought help, I went to psychiatrists, I even had myself once voluntarily admitted and drugged out of my mind. My family was horrified, so I stopped tormenting them. As days went by, I grew more depressed and began to really understand the gravity of the situation. Everything just seemed to whiz by as I sped through my life. There was nothing I could do about it now. 
 
 My final memory of everything was when my body hit the concrete and I heard my neck snap. 
 
 I would not wish even for my greatest enemy the loss of the ability to smell.
