Cassie walked into the room and slowly put down two small bags of luggage, just enough to last a few months before she could get a job. She looked down at the quilt. It was a dull green, but very soft. The room smelled like a strong perfume. Cassie looked through her luggage. She picked up a delecate looking red rose. It appeared in perfect health; especially after it had been cut off from its water, soil, and light supply.
She held the rose and walked to the window. She starred out at the busy city below, wondering what the upcomming year would be like. She sat the rose on the dresser and finished unpacking her things.