The Yellow Wallpaper-Female Character-Southern Accent, Believable, Audiobook, Classics, Country, Mature
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US South)Transcript
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I'm feeling ever so much better. I don't sleep much at night. Well, it is so interesting to watch developments, but asleep A good deal in the daytime. In the daytime, it is tiresome and perplexing. There are always new shoots on the fungus and new shades of yellow all over it. I cannot keep count of them. Though I've tried conscientiously, it is the strangest yellow that wallpaper. It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw. Not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old thou bad yellow things. But there is something else about that paper. The smell. I noticed it the moment we came into the room. But with so much air and sun, it was not bad. Now we've had a week of fog and rain. And whether the windows open or not, the smell is here creeps all over the house. I found it hovering in the dining room, skulking in the parlor, harden in the hall, lying and wait for me on the stairs. It just gets into my hair even when I go to ride. If I turn my head suddenly and surprise it, there is that smell. Such a peculiar odor to. I've spent hours in trying to analyze it, to find what it smelled like. It's not bad at first and very gentle, but quite the subtle. It's most enduring odor I have ever met in this damp weather. It's awful. Wake up in the night and find it hanging over May. It used to disturb May. At first I thought seriously of burning the house to reach the smell, but now I'm used to it. The only thing I can think that it's like the color of the paper. Ah, yellow smell. There's a very funny mark on this wall, low down near the mop board, a streak that runs around the room. It goes behind every piece of furniture. Set the bed. Ah, long straight, even smooch as if it had been rubbed over and over. I wonder how it was done and who did it and what they did it for. Round and round and round, round and round and round. It makes me dizzy