Go to my room.

I'd love to show you a good afternoon, Mrs. Hughes...

Keys in hand, I step up to my door.

But we'll save that for another day. Should probably head to my room... unwind a little.

Do gods unwind? Whatever.

With a click, the entrance creaks open. I scan the room, and find a few scented air fresheners plugged in to the wall.

My nose twitches.

Smells like... strawberry.

I then snap my fingers. The aroma transmutes into that of a pleasant summery field. It swelters through the house. I breathe in approvingly, enjoying the change, then head up the stairs.

As I enter my bedroom and drop my backpack to the recently vacuumed carpet, I switch on the TV. Voices take to the background while I, in cool languor, soak in the scenery.

Ahh.

Nothing like coming home to my crummy, run of the mill, mostly-tidied-if-you-don't-look-under-the-surface-of-anything room at the end of a long, inaugural day of King of the Ring.

In short order, I trudge over a few stray utensils and fall face first into bed.

Womp.

"Hello, bed. Mattress."

...

Meanwhile, the TV babbles on. I wonder if something interesting would happen, or if it is waiting for me. I quietly begin nodding off.