Here in his eyes, he finally sees everything. His bandages removed. The clarity was beyond brilliant.
His surroundings were so crisp and crystal clear. He tilts his head, inhaling, allowing the dense,
fragrant air to fill his nose and continue to the bronchioles of his large lungs. He faintly detected
bacon and frying potatoes. Not the good kind of potatoes though. The kind that easily burned if you
don't heat it right. Coffee too. His favourite. But it wasn't fresh. It didn't smell fresh, just reheated and
that was okay because he had made it the day before. The soft smell of citrus also managed to push
its way into his nose and he tasted oranges, maybe grapefruit, but it was sweet. He decided with that
notion that today would be okay. Okay indeed.
