Slowly looking around the room, I can tell how much the concept of comfort meant to Brent. The couch and recliner both were covered in white pillows. "You have enough pillows?" I tease. "Shut up," Brent replies flipping a light switch. The room floods with golden light, the floors dark wood reflecting it back up. It was beautiful. He didn't have a lot of furniture, only the couch, recliner, and a couple of side tables. There were some hanging plants in each corner of the room and I could hear water dripping. "You have a leak?" I ask curiously. "Water fountain in the corner." Brent answers pointing under one of the hanging plants. I hadn't noticed it at first, but there was a water fountain shaped into the corner. The whole room smelled like fresh earth. There was a tapestry pinned to t
