Aiden stepped to the indicated door with equal parts irritation and regret. He really should have called first but he didn't deserve to be sent to a random room as if he were a recalcitrant child in need of a time out. As he passed over the threshold he felt his scowl turn to a grin and he realized this was a room for pleasure not trouble.
An entire wall of the room was comprised of floor to ceiling windows that sparkled with incoming sunlight. The view out the windows was filled with slightly overgrown but vivid green grass and two mature trees; one of which sagged with oranges in need of picking.
Turning his gaze back to the inside, Aiden marveled over the many espresso shelves overflowing with books. They were floor to ceiling - just as the windows were - andcovered two of the remaining walls. The third remaining wall was two-thirds covered in framed photographs. He noticed there were three places on the wall that were conspicuously empty where other photos had once been but were now removed. He went to that wall for a closer look and chuckled over the multitude of shots of three children; two boys and a girl. In almost every photo, the girl - the youngest - was flanked by the boys and she often looked slightly perturbed by them. Either that or she was poking at one of them with a huge grin on her face.
Aiden moved in a circle around the room and was simply in awe over all of the books. There didn't seem to be a genre missing; classics, science fiction, children's literature, plays, romance, poetry and even a few westerns. And there was as much nonfiction as fiction. There were several mismatched but comfortable looking arm chairs set up around the room. Each had a small table and reading lamp beside it.
In the middle of the room was a large antique mahogany desk. The top of the desk contained a laptop computer, a yellow, legal notepad, a cell phone, several pens, construction paper and crayons. On the back of the rickety looking desk chair there was a black sweater ready to fall onto the floor. Underneath the desk was a pair of black high heels that had been pushed off to the side.
The door to the room opened and Aiden couldn't help but grin at the person who stepped inside.
There you go - the stuff inside one room of the house. And the yard outside the window. Do you know my character now? This was fun. Now I want to go read the other entries. Thanks for stopping by.