I started the coffee, finding a bag of fresh roasted beans on the counter with an image of laughing Bacchus on the cover. They smelled amazing.
While I waited for the coffee to brew I walked to my bedroom to see what I would find. On the way I looked into the pristine white bathroom, whose floor had been covered in decorative mediterranean tiles with complicated patterns in blue, white, yellow, and green. It had been set up with a large copper clawfoot jacuzzi, a corner steam shower and copper fixtures and towel racks full of fluffy soft towels. A luxurious robe in Cerulean blue hung on the door.
My bedroom door was painted a bright coral. When I opened it I saw the floor was no longer carpet, but a wide planked dark hardwood that felt comfortably warm against my bare feet. I flicked on
