The room had a warm feel to it. The light cream colored curtains blocked the direct sunlight, yet allowed the light to fill the room. The carpet, also a lighter neutral color, was soft and felt new. Not that it was a big room, but the furniture that was present did not subtract from the available space for an eight year old to play in. He sat with his toy firetruck set and imagined he was amid the turmoil and the heroes saving the innocent people within the burning houses. Even though this event happened many many years ago, and the room’s detail had faded from memory, he never forgot the feeling.