V fluttered his eyes open to see the cream coloured ceiling of a delightfully lit room, brightened by the morning light. Evident of a good night's sleep, he lacked any sign of tiredness and pushed himself to sit up. The blankets fell down from his upper body, displaying his tattoos to the light that streamed in from the open doors of the balcony. Taking a deep breath, V combed his fingers through his messed up hair to smooth it out. He guessed he left the doors open all night since the cool temperatures were pleasing. Resting his arm on his raised knee, V took a moment to wake up and rested back against the wall until he was ready to get up. Little was on his mind, save for the fact that he woke up in an actual bedroom instead of on the streets.
A bit later, he had gotten up to get dressed. As he buttoned up his white shirt, he walked onto the balcony and left the top two buttons of his shirt open. He grabbed the rail with both hands to lean on it, feeling the morning breeze in his hair and the soft sun on his back. Gazing out into the city, V was wrapping his mind around the idea that this was his life now, living in a grand but tasteful apartment, one that he used to see only from a far. It had all happened so fast, if it were not for his knowledge if how it happened, it would have felt like a dream. His eyes wandered across the light town that was now his home and it's alabaster walls, with vines and flowers strewn about them. Not a soul was moving about during this hour, the streets were bare as were the sparkling canals. The bridge that lay below his window was a masterpiece of it's own. The ornate handrails nearly disappeared under the grapevines that served as decor by mother nature herself.
During his admiration, his eyes had caught glimpse of a dark corner of his perfect world. His eyes shifted towards this darkness to see an alleyway, resembling the one he came from, instantly reminding him of the scavenging life he had before. His brow lowered slightly from the disgust of his past actions, no more will he have to steal money or food. With no desire to think on that past life any further, he turned away from the view. Take a deep breath, he was about to step back inside when he stopped by the smell of freshly baked bread. He glanced to the right and saw that the chimney to the bakery was giving smoke. V reached I to his pocket and felt the money he had from last night, "I can purchase it now." He muttered to himself, it felt strange to be able to do, but no less relieving, like a locked door had finally been opened.
He stepped into his room and locked the doors to his balcony. He had combed his hair while looking in the mirror and made his bed, smoothing out the white sheets and burgundy blanket, all was neat. V opened his room door, pausing to take one last look at his room before stepping out and closing the door behind himself.
