As they packed their bags and soared away from their little bird, Abel locked the door and shuffled to his room. He puffed on his lush bed and began to wonder. He loved his room, it was his sanctuary. Everything was his, it was his claimed land. His bed was layered with plush pillows and dark quilts softly touched by the rays of the sun from the window. The walls were covered with posters of women and Heavy Metal bands. A sea of clothes and items washed over the floor, and a radio set that usually blasted Metal and Dubstep sat by the foot of his bed. He laid there next to the window absorbing the sun, steadily stroking his long black hair. Soon his thoughts began to scatter as he drifted into a dreamless rest.
