This moment is eternity.

Once again his mind began to wander, and although this may have looked odd to any bystander who may have passed through the corridor, this consideration had simply exited his mind. Contemplating the scent before him, he closed his eyes momentarily, took a deep breath, and felt sufficiently awake to get to work.

After greeting the secretary at the front desk, he followed the hallway to the right, walking by the offices that branched off to the sides. The whitewashed walls were decorated with bits of classical art, and in certain places stools held delicate crystal vases. Within the vases were assorted flowers, of all colors and types; stopping in front of one, quickly glancing from side to side to verify that he was alone, Victor smelled the myriad of fragrances emanating from the bouquet.

Grabbing the cold doorknob, he gently swung open the door on the right. He entered his work place sluggishly, still somewhat dazed from the startling jolt out of sleep that morning. The carpet was a pleasant surprise to his feet, compared to the cement floor he had been walking on outside. It was a luxury his office workers were most proud of, and anyone caught soiling the Bordeaux-colored carpet was reprimanded harshly. Victor did his best to remove the muck that had built up underneath his shoes before entering. After a few moments of intense foot scuffling on the rug, he closed the door behind him and walked into the main office.