Smell: Fantasy

It looked delicious but it smelled bad. She sniffed the air as discretely as possible, trying to make it look like she was just turning her head and looking up to see the surroundings. She saw a feast laid out on the table before her. She saw a bright sunny day outside of windows, with birds and squirrels on branches. She saw beautiful tapestries hanging over stone walls, and fresh rushes on the floor. She saw a fire in the hearth, and an apple-cheeked girl sitting beside it working on her embroidery. She smelled rotten fruit and burnt meat that had gone bad. She smelled winter rain. She smelled dust and decay. She smelled old ashes, and something inhuman.

Inspiration: "Down to Earth" by Barenaked Ladies
Story Potential: High
Notes: I find the dichotomy interesting. Something to play with.