My Room

This room is a mess. There are clothes all over the floor. The bed is not made. It is freezing cold in here. I can see my breath in here. Do I dare go in further? There is an over flowing garbage can in the corner. There are stacks of papers and dolar bills scattered all over the top of the dresser that has little clothing in it. Looking under the bed, I can't seem to find the floor. As I open the closet door, I'm wondering how I am going to shut it, its is stuffed full with boxes and boxes. It's like this person has never unpacked since the last time he moved. I go back to the unmade bed and realize why its so cold. There is a steady draft of frigid air flowing underneath the window. In an effort to stop it, there is duct tape lined on the window. I'm glad this isn't my room.