Off the Furrow

Someone is in the room with him. The voice sounds familiar, but the image is hazy. It's hazy, but it isn't. Who is it? It is a female - of that much he's certain. She is sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, and she smells like the outdoors. He breathes in deeply through his nostrils; she smells of fresh air, tree leaves, and car exhaust. She is not from the inside like all the others. She is still wearing her coat, so it must be cold outside. Maybe it's winter or fall, or early spring. The melodic sound of her voice is so familiar, and he listens as she goes on and on. Victoria!