Freshly showered and blindfolded, he lay on the crisp bed sheets. The room temperature was ambient, pleasant even; hairs in each follicle were like little probes, making his skin sensitive to each temperature change. Having been deprived of his sight, his sense of touch was now taking priority. He pondered this for a little, as he also became aware of his heightened sense of hearing and smell. “Today is all about you,” sh...