Whispers of an adult junior

At last i figured out that the smell of the floor was leaking from the air conditioner. The reason of all habitants of that floor to be that tense must have been the same keen odour. As if, the bloody smell arisen especially in the meeting rooms (where the key logic was to freeze up people more) were circulating through the vessels and when you lack of it, new anxiety was replacing the previous. The concentrated smell was also leaving a taste in the mouth...The taste of the water, having fully drained every iron material mixed with rotten fruits in the chattering frigidaire.

Needless to try to get rid of it, cold freezing air with its heavy tasted smell was everywhere, just a breath away, only ready to make you more numb. 

And i was totally stoned!