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Softly, a low “‘Zira” floated out from under thick downy blankets spread across an antique four poster bed. Thick walnut posts emerged from clawed feet swirling together meeting to form a canopy. Undulating across the canopy were bright spots of green, aglow in the early dawn light that embraced the room. Leaves and vines valiantly attempted to recreate the atmosphere of a garden. The Garden in fact. Another relic from that bygone age peeked a honey gold eye out of its enclosure. Eagerly searching to find its missing heat source eager to lose itself once again in the warm oblivion.