You awake like every other morning. The sun shines in through your open windows, casting warm, golden glows of light on your body. The smell of incense and berries wafts through the windows as shop owners begin to open their stalls. There are bottles of perfumes and oils, an old oil lamp on the table besides your bed. Herbs are strewn across doorways. This morning, it felt like Apollo was just smiling down on you.