The walls are covered in a vine of roses, yellow dots weave their way to the ceiling. Sheer white curtains blow gently, carrying a cool breeze that brushes your skin. The scent of bacon creeps into your senses, but something else stirs within, a calmness and security, that of a well cared for child. Dad's whistle fills the hallway outside the door and you realize you have awoken in your childhood bed. Just as you did 30 years ago.