*Jasper's POV*
After I finished the tea Jinx made for me, she led me to a bedroom upstairs. It was beautiful.
The bed was in the center of the room. It had a white top blanket with colorful polka dots and matching pillows. To the left of the bed was a dark wood nightstand with a white lamp that had colorful polka dots and a white alarm clock on it. On the right wall that was the back wall of the house, there was a bay window with white curtains that had colorful polka dots on them. In the far right corner was a white rocking chair, and straight across from it in the close right corner was a dark wood dresser. It matched the nightstand and bed frame. The floor was wooden with a big white rug covering most of the floor in the room. On the left wall was the closet. She nudged me forward gently. I noticed the book shelf was beside the doorway. The door opened from the inside, but was opposite from the book shelf. The shelf was filled with books. Beside the shelf was a dark wood desk that had a lamp, a white laptop, and four drawers.
I was in awe the whole time. Jinx must have noticed.
"Do you like it?" she asked nervously. I turned to her and nodded shyly, blushing a bit.
"Thank you, it's beautiful," I said softly. Just like the room I have at home. I glanced around at it again, taking in more features. The bay window had a padlock that could only be unlocked with a key, and stuffed animals were stacked on it. Just glancing at it, I would guess there's at least thirty stuffies. She nodded and pointed to the door on the left of the bed beside the night stand.
"That's a small bathroom. There's a toothbrush, hair brush, soap, and a few other necessities. This is your room. I knew you'd like it." I didn't know what to say. I noticed the clock on the wall by the desk. It was already 11am. Before I could say anything, Jinx stepped back into the doorway and grabbed the door handle.
"Welcome home, Jasper." She stepped out and closed the door behind her. There was a small click a moment later. She locked me in.
I went over to the bed and fell back onto it, staring at the ceiling fan. Her words had stuck in my head.
"Welcome home, Jasper."
Home?

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