Lila’s room was the pure embodiment of herself, scattered books and lipsticks amongst her twin size bed. The sheets were white with a variety of makeup and pen stains. “Need to wash those” She thought absentmindedly. Her bed frame was a black metal that squeaked when moved. “Not very practical” Lila continued observing the room she’d just walked in.

Next she noted her floor, it was an old white w...