I'm happy as a kid in Wonka's factory
I don't care if I'm expressing it logically
But this song makes me want to shout:
The dark corridor and chilly atmosphere creates an illusion of tranquility, secretiveness and loneliness. The walls are smooth and the carpet has a fresh scent. It seems unused apart from that blue-ish green stain to the right. There is a door that is almost closed but not quite. A thin ray of light emerges and muffled sounds can be heard--perhaps it is the television or perhaps it is an overactive imagination. A hand reaches forward and grasps the doorknob, twisting it and opening the door in one fluid motion.
Bright eyes meet surprised eyes as they close instinctively in pain. The room is unexpected: It is too bright, too messy and too cheerful. Who knew two parts of a household so close to each other could be so drastically different. The walls are a light shade of green and pictures cover almost all of it. Illuminated by four lights--one on the ceiling and three laps located around the bed--it looks like it belongs either a teenager or an otaku. It is hard to tell.
The television is on and it's playing Tosh.0, a rather obscene yet enjoyable show. There is someone in the bed, curled up into a fetal position whilst hugging a pillow tightly to their chest. Their gender is undetectable but if one had to guess, they’d say it was a girl for there was a pile of shoujo manga on her side table. The figure in the bed grumbles a little, shuffles around a bit and begins to snore like a hippo for exactly fifteen seconds before falling back into her silent slumber. It is an odd sight worth giggling at. The wall behind the bed is decorated with portraits of the Trevi Fountain, the Roman Coliseum and several other sights from a recent visit. There is also a souvenir table filled with trinkets from several countries—Rome, China, Egypt and Switzerland to name a few. It’s a disorganized mess.
Papers are scattered all over the floor, one of them has a 54/100 on them and another has a 102/100 on it. An English essay about anime conventions lies on the floor with a green A+ written on it. Coincidentally it lies next to a comparative literature essay with a blue C- circled. The rubber duck lies on the floor, adorned with a pirate-like eye patch. There are textbooks and notebooks on the floor, creating a hazardous environment to walk in yet there seems to be an odd organization to it all. The English notebook is next to an English textbook and a word out copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and the Chemistry notes are near the biology notes from last year. Indeed, there is a sense of method despite its initial oddness.
There are pieces of paper stuck on the wall that go in this order: Inspirational quote, fortune cookie fortune, inspirational quote, fortune cookie fortune, inspirational quote, fortune cookie fortune and so on. A whiteboard in the corner has complicated mathematical equations on it written in an eerily neat handwriting.
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