Shift's Room

Shift's taste in furniture was much like her taste in everything else she did. She had little to none. Her room was almost as bare as it had been when she moved into it. There was a bed, with the standard grey and blue blankets, white sheets, and instead of only one pillow, she had two.

There was a closet with some clothes, but none that really stood out. A lot of neutrals, and a whole lot of space. The standard dresser stood near the closet, and held a large bulky TV.

There was a desk, as clean as it was the minute she walked into the room for the first time. Sometimes it served as a table as she studied something of her fleeting interest.

There were a few added things in the room. She had a collection of faces she liked in a photo book, or three. She had a few simple nicnacs, though nothing that stood out.

Tracie entered her room and sat on her bed, she opened her nightstand and took out a mirror. She sat it down and looked at herself in the mirror. "There is nothing wrong with me? I don't care about looks." She thought back to Mort when she delivered the food to his house. "He's handsome..." Her tail wrapped around her waist. "I should go see him sometime." She laid on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. 'I wonder if he would ask me out...I doubt it...this is so unlike me." She smiled and certainly was not in the mood for what she was thinking, she blushed a red hint under her pale gray skin.