Sitting, slightly left, towards the ground, her bed was doing a half-hearted job of ensuing optimal rest, but for now her bed was only needed to give her some comfort in a very uncomfortable situation. Sasha had a habit of getting herself into situations that were unwarranted, and often anxiety filled. She wondered if she did this on purpose, or if it was pure coincidence that time and time again she finds herself acting on behalf of survival.
His room was unlike the rest of the house, which had high ceilings and exposed brick that could have been placed upon a snowy mountain. Mismatched furniture, some red, dark oak, and white, and a poorly placed queen-sized bed covered by a multitude of blankets that needed to be replaced a decade ago. A childhood bedroom that doesn't allow for a young man to reflect his new sense of self. Events of the past that were undertaken within the four walls were still present, yet new hobbies and token video games filled the chipped bookshelves.