The midday sun pours into the room, bathing everything in a warm, golden light. The sheets are freshly changed, and everything in the space is in perfect order, just the way he likes it.
I glance around, satisfied with my work. Now, there’s nothing to do but wait. It's a bit weird, being alone in his room.
It's his personal space, but somehow, I've been granted the permission to be in it. Granted, it's to clean and ensure its in its perfect order, but hey, aside his close relatives, I'm the only one with the free access to his room.
I even have a spare key!
I've seen everything in here. I arrange his closet...and no, I don't sniff his underwear. I'm not a creep.
But that doesn't mean I don't know what they smell like.
Roses.
Everything about him smells like roses and I've come to
