He woke up late the next day, feeling better. This was the room he grew up in. They didn’t change anything, fading posters of his favorite bands still on the wall. His bookshelf containing his childhood collection still stood by the corner beside his desk. He walked towards it, gazing at the hard-bound copies of the Hardy Boys Adventures, the covers faded from age. He was reluctant to leave his books from when he was young but it wasn’t practical to cram them in a small apartment. The shelf he has in his unit already quite full of reference books and novels he acquired since college. He smiled, remembering KC also had amassed many books as well. His old clothes including some basketball jerseys still hang inside his closet, untouched since he moved out. Eileen made sure that he knows he st
