The room I'm in: "bare bones" description:
-comfy, beige couch
-brown recliner with a quilt
-pictures of family and friends adorning the walls
-large tv
-fan circulating cool air
-long green curtains
-toys on the floor
-desk with black chair in front
From the point of view of someone who is scared:
She sat down on the edge of the couch, fumbling with her hands because she was unsure where to put them exactly. She listened intently, analyzing each and every sound. What that "pop" coming from the dryer downstairs, or was someone here? The whir of the fan seemed to resound in her ears. She wished it was quieter so she could listen. On the other hand, she couldn't turn it off because then the stifling air might suffocate her. She already couldn't breathe. The people in the photos on the wall seemed to stare at her. Their smiles seemed to morph into sinister sneers. The baby dolls about the room reminded her of bodies. Suddenly, a lock clicked and the door handle turned...
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