I awaken in a room with soft light dawning in. I’ve been away at school for so long that the room no longer feels like my own, and my mother’s put fussy touches around, which aren’t to my taste.
Still, the bowl of white roses across from my bed permeates the room with scent, as though a woman lingers there.
"Your coffee, sir!" A sharp knock rattles the old, fragile door knob.