His tiger-stripe bed was completely covered. His leopard-print floor was buried, and there was no space to walk. There was even a pair of stockings hanging from the neon pink fringed lampshade.
His closet was empty. All of it's contents were spread around the room.
And TACO still had no idea what he wanted to wear.
Finally, he settled on an Elvis-esque cape; white with more glitter and sparkle studs than anyone could handle. It was just too cool. Knowing how long it would take to neatly hang up every garment, TACO settled for shoving it all in, and shutting the door. Pieces of fabric crept out of the sides of the bulging monster.
He ran out the bedroom door without doing a check, and a few items were still strewn about the room. Among them was his favorite pea green cape.
Tygress Dream