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.
Laid out over the bed are two pairs of pants and three shirts. In an hour I have to be somewhere and it is important that I look just right.
After staring long enough I have decided that two of the shirts work with the pants, but the third shirt (now known as the "third shirt") does not.
I look through my closet for a complementary pair. Not sure why I can't wear a dark shirt with a lighter pair of pants -- I just can't.