Jason's point of view in Identity, going home. Word: Comfortable.
The clothing in his closet, when he went to change out of the conspicuous, tattered brown sweater the fishermen had given him, had two things in common.
Dark. Nondescript.
Everything he owned was common, plain, an Everyman's wardrobe in subdued shades of grey and black.
And brown. Occasionally.
He slipped on a black and navy striped shirt and jeans, noticed that he finally felt comfortable.