A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

Time to change the flowers. Some flowers look good dead, but not these. Or maybe not flowers but some of that tissue paper I bought at the dollar store -- robin's egg blue, police-tape yellow, fire-cracker red -- crumpled into shapes.

There, that looks okay. A shame about the vase though.