Refuge In Respite

What an extremely typical-looking room I managed to find myself stuck in. Like, I'm not even joking, or digressing, no, not at all. This was a perfectly normal room right here. 

Call me weird, but I was seriously expecting something more… otherworldly. A girl's bedroom might as well be an entirely foreign plane of existence in and of itself, but no, just four walls and a ceiling—a bedroom like any other, comprising of the usual movie posters, the usual marks of achievements lining the shelves, and the usual drab gray of curtains bleeding with the dim white of moonlight through murky window panes. A bedroom almost no different from mine. 

Yet even so, despite being surrounded by the reassurance of familiarity… when it came down to it—I'm still in her goddamn room. 

"How long am I supposed to stay here for?"