He found himself in a glass house, fragile to the very core. There's a lingering scent of lavender and patchouli, yet that unmistakable smell of bleach and disinfectants rise from the wooden floor.
Clean, crisp white bed sheets adorn a mechanical bed. A rigid thin man in his early 60's lie atop.
"Good morning!" I greeted.
As expected there wasn’t a response from him, neither verbal nor non-verbal.
He went on to do his duty; to keep the rigid thin man alive and taken care of during his 12-hour stay.