Being startled all of a sudden, I ran to a horizontal-slider window, which was closed and covered with a worn-out green curtain. A breeze made me better as staying there waiting for him. I even started to doubt whether the room I was in was his room. The wallpaper around the whole room had an ivy pattern. The color which might had been pure white at first had been faded so that it looked like the color of my grandma’s hair. Against the wall, there was an enormous bed. On the bed, there was a blue bed sheet, newspaper, and a jacket. The latest newspapers were lying open, and a black leather jacket, which seems too small for him to wear, implied that he threw it off while hurrying to go out. Though I could not smell well because I was stuffy even with the open window, I could smell of the foot odor unmistakably. Contrary to my hopes, black bug-like socks were scattered around on the floor. The thing that made me more awful was dirty laundry overflowing from a laundry basket. His sweaty clothes, football uniforms, and underwear, even a hood with a red monster picture that I gave him for his birthday present were almost out of the basket.
The only objects that harmonize with his original image in the room were a desk and chair. The desk was covered with books and pens. There was a book that he recommended me to read, books for research for his school projects, and also preparation materials for ibt Toefl. A black notebook, which he arranged the tips for ibt toefl neatly, was open. A black cushioned office chair looked comfortable. Next to the bed, there was a wooden antique dresser which was closed firmly that I couldn’t open it by fear that clothes might overflow. Above the dresser, antique ornaments that he might buy during his trip in Europe and Africa were in state. The ornaments and some books on the shelves also matched his gentility fortunately.
