The smell of clean clothes waves through your nose as you slide open the heavy door. A quite clam comes over you as the only break of the silence you hear is the ever turning of the fan. The room is chilled, but vibrant. Various posters and pictures of friends and family are scattered along the walls. A student lives here, rows of books line the shelves: Calculus, German, History and a wide variety of reading material. On the desk sits a fishbowl; insides is a lively, blue/redish colored fish. He swims in between the pillars and around the white weeds. Blue and white rocks cover the bottom of the bowl. Looking onto the floor; it is pretty well kept. A few bags are strewn over the place. A water bottle or two lies on the shaggy, black rug. The unwatched TV haunts from the corner, daring someone to watch it. The couch and chair are full, but remain empty of human existence. Atop of the small fridge sits a wide variety of food: soup, vitamin water, snack packs, chips, candy, and twinkies. On the opposite side of the room, sits a very messy, unorganized desk. Books, water bottles, and varies hair products lay across the entire desk; along with paper, pens, and other school materials. The beds, however, match the previous desk. Both unmade and unkempt; blankets and sheets are trying to crawl down over the railings and down the steps. One bed even has a sock peeking out between the mattress and the railing. This room, good as it may smell, needs some tiding up.
