'The Artificial Nigger' by Flannery O'Connor
(short story - as I am reading my way through the collection)
'Mr. Head awakened to discover that the room was full of moonlight. He sat up and stared at the floorboards - the colour of silver - and then at the ticking on his pillow, which might have been brocade, and after a second, he saw half of the moon five feet away in his shaving mirror, paused as if it wwere waiting for his permission to enter. It rolled forward and cast a dignifying light on everything. The straight chair against the wall looked stiff and attentive as if it were awaiting an order and Mr. Head's trousers, hanging to the back of it, had an almost noble air, like the garment some great man had just flung onto his servant; but the face on the moon was a grave one. It gazed across the room and out the window where it floated over the horse stall and appeared to contemplate itself with the look of a young man who sees his old age before him.'
Would this first paragraph intrigue you to want to read more?
I enjoyed the relationship aspect of this story and the descriptive prose.