A Poor Attempt At Writing Something

She sat on her twin sized, sheetless bed. Glancing over at the brown stained pillow she had used a few days before to soak up the beer that spilled and began to saturate her mattress. She grabbed the pillow gently, lifted it to her nose, and inhaled deeply. The aromatic smell of dark ale tingled her taste buds. Deciding that she liked the smell she placed the pillow back onto her bed, brown stain up so that when she slept, she could always have that smell permeate her dreams.