Hollow's room might be what anyone might expect, although there is a bit of a twist.
First off, let's start with size of the room. It's abnormally large, about the size you would expect a living room to be, but that's only to fit everything in it. When you first walk in and look to your left, you'll see that main thing that everyone would have in their room. A television, and green couch, and a coffee table. To the left and right of the television are bookcases lined with books of all different shapes and sizes. Looking to the right would be the bed, king size, with seagreen colored sheets, and a fuzzy seagreen blanket, to keep anyone warm even on the coldest nights. To the left of the bed is a nightstand with mall clock on it, an alarm clock, to be exact. To the right of the bed is another nightstand, but this one had flowers in it, roses, to be exact, but not just red roses, there's a blue, green, and white one in the mix, also, each with a beautiful yet peculiar scent. At the foot of the bed, on the floor, is a large chest, of which on top is clothing, same as what he always wears, but under that are a child's toys, toys he himself had as a child.
Straight in across from the door on the other side of the room is a table, with a single chair, and beside that, a counter with a mini-fridge on it, about half the size of the large bookshelves. On the walls are photos of him with his parents, nineteen to be exact, one for each birthday. It's sad since it's only him and his parents in the photos, no other family members or friends. The lighting in the room is a chandelier, but the lights are prismatic crystals, made to shine like a rainbow with only the flick of a switch. The only other lighting besides that is a lamp in the corner of the room next to the bed, or the window, which, of course, has seagreen curtains covering it. The window is always open to let in a fresh breeze, even at night. The walls are a light hade of green, and when the sun hits just right, makes the whole room look beautiful. The carpet is also fuzzy, made for comfort of the fet.
First off, let's start with size of the room. It's abnormally large, about the size you would expect a living room to be, but that's only to fit everything in it. When you first walk in and look to your left, you'll see that main thing that everyone would have in their room. A television, and green couch, and a coffee table. To the left and right of the television are bookcases lined with books of all different shapes and sizes. Looking to the right would be the bed, king size, with seagreen colored sheets, and a fuzzy seagreen blanket, to keep anyone warm even on the coldest nights. To the left of the bed is a nightstand with mall clock on it, an alarm clock, to be exact. To the right of the bed is another nightstand, but this one had flowers in it, roses, to be exact, but not just red roses, there's a blue, green, and white one in the mix, also, each with a beautiful yet peculiar scent. At the foot of the bed, on the floor, is a large chest, of which on top is clothing, same as what he always wears, but under that are a child's toys, toys he himself had as a child.
Straight in across from the door on the other side of the room is a table, with a single chair, and beside that, a counter with a mini-fridge on it, about half the size of the large bookshelves. On the walls are photos of him with his parents, nineteen to be exact, one for each birthday. It's sad since it's only him and his parents in the photos, no other family members or friends. The lighting in the room is a chandelier, but the lights are prismatic crystals, made to shine like a rainbow with only the flick of a switch. The only other lighting besides that is a lamp in the corner of the room next to the bed, or the window, which, of course, has seagreen curtains covering it. The window is always open to let in a fresh breeze, even at night. The walls are a light hade of green, and when the sun hits just right, makes the whole room look beautiful. The carpet is also fuzzy, made for comfort of the fet.
