Sunlight filtered into the room through a chink in the black curtains that shielded the window. It made all the dirty clothes on the floor, the dishes piled on the desk, and the messy bed quite visible, and also woke up the occupant of the room. The figure groaned softly, slapping blindly at the curtains to try to stop the wretched light coming through. He kept feeling, getting more frustrated as his skin began to sizzle. With one last growl of defeat, he rolled up in bed and out of the path of the sun. He stretched gently, then padded over to the window to close those traitorous curtains of his.
Heaving a huge sigh after the deed was done, he looked around the room in disdain. "I have REALLY got to clean this place." He muttered. Yawning, the teen walked over to a bedside lamp, almost hidden within the piles of stuff that called the dresser home. He flipped it on, the light putting the room in full view. Posters adorned the wal