He pats his belly and gets out of bed to open the window so he can smell the rainy spring morning. He breathes and goes to the bathroom where he looks at the curving stream of his urine like he is looking at it for the first time. He likes how it looks: thin and yellow and splashing. He brushes his teeth and washes his face and puts on his brown pants that smell a little like urine. An old belt holds them up. He waits for Chrissy to come in and change Mr. Sogoli's bed pan.