Ethan opened his eyes, his eyes meeting a white ceiling. He sat up, noting the cramped up room. It was a square room, with a white bed on which he was. There were several teddy bears on the bed, and to his right was a long shelf spanning the length of the wall, but half its height.
On the shelf were lots of disarranged books, and on the wall were portraits of Melissa, Melissa and her friends, her parents.
To his left was a long rectangular window, with desks in front of it. Sitting at the desk, one could get a promising view of the streets below. The walls were painted in cream and there was a pink computer on one of the brown desks. The room was way too small and cramped up. Not to mention the shelf of snacks right next to the door.
He rose, walking out of the room. He emerged in a
