I raced to my room and shut the door. I take another look around. It was honestly amazing. My bed was hoisted off of the ground by some shelves which were filled to the brim. My favorite books like If I Stay by Gayle Forman and The Fault in Our Stars by John Green were the main fillers. I used to write, but that is history now.
I plug my headphones into my phone and play Lights Are On by Tom Rosenthal. God stood me up. And I don't know why. As they once said in Cloudy and a Chance of Meatballs, that's enough to make a grown man cry.
I flatten myself against the bed. It reminded me of Harlow, warm and felt like heaven. How I miss Harlow. No matter how nice my family is I couldn't stir up the guts to talk to them. I never looked into my closet. I get up and open the doors of the closet. My ordinary grubby clothes, like my five lazy graphic tees. It looks like Fay bought me more shirts. Ooh, and flannel. I try on the brown and tan flannel with my dark green shirt. It's gorgeous.
I checked to see if my shoes were salvaged. I brush against my black converse that has huge holes in them, and my knock off Dr. Martens. But there is a box in the corner. It was gray and wrote Nike Air. No way. I opened the box. My own Air Force 1's! I go to grab them and feel a hard object. I rip the tissue paper from the box. I pull out 2 bottles of leather paint. One is blue, and the other is a slightly lighter shade of blue. I pulled out a small note that read, "Paint Me :)". My face grew warm and I felt a smile fill my face.
As I'm about to close the closet door, a note flew off the top shelf of my closet. I opened it up and read, "don't look at your ceiling fan ;)" I turned around and looked up there. There is a box supported by the fan's base.