The years passed, and I outgrew various habits. My face, sagging in weakness and sophistication, bore no resemblance of the man I used to be. I stumbled out of bed, and shuffled to the kitchen. The smell of coffee arose. I poured a cup and returned to the bedroom. I took a sip. The watered-down Tasters Choice warmed and comforted my palate.

The room, blank and starving for detail, was an absolute bore. Daily, it ushered me out into the world where people moved throughout.   I gather my clothes and began to dress. My left sock proved idle and sank to my ankle—my heart sank with it.