The room is warm, and very familiar, odd because I haven't seen it for many years... It is the blue room, in my grandparent's home, the bedroom I usually slept in when i stayed with them... It is a high bed, and it is surrounded by Grandmother's dresser, with her hairbrush and mirror on it's top... and a chest of drawers, filled with miscellaneous odds and ends... Uncle Ken's old clothes... Old correspondence, old bills, cancelled checks... Old magazines, and a few books, in the bottom drawer... There is a ceramic space heater on the floor, just to the left of my point of vantage... And next to the bed is the old rocking chair I used to read in, late at night, while I listened to the sounds of the house... Another unusual feature of the room is the number of doorways- there are five of them: one for a closet, one for the house's only bathroom, and three leading to other rooms... Granddad is standing in one of the doorways, his forearm flush against the inside trim and bearing his weight, and his head a little crooked, dominated by his cock-of-the-walk grin... I can hear Grandmother in the kitchen, just behind him... She is washing dishes, I think, from the sounds I hear, and she's listening to the radio... The air smells vaguely like vanilla...