Elijah's room was completely not what I had imagined. Sure, my mind had conjured up images of a boyish, messy space, but none of them prepared me for the absolutely disastrous room he now pulled me into, pushing the door close with the heel of his foot.
The walls were ivory white, covered in a few places by patterned tapestries that hung from the low ceiling. A medium sized bed sat squarely wedged against the wall, books, stray papers, and laundry piled high on top of it. Directly to its side, a bookshelf with one of its shelves broken in half spilled thick, dusty books.
I took a step forward and my feet comfortably sank into the soft brown carpet. Absentmindedly, I wiggled my toes. The space I stood was perhaps the only neat place in all of the room. Most of the other parts of the floor
