Chapter 5 – Room and Board - Revised
Jacob came to a halt in front of the house closest to the meadow. He opened the door and gestured for me to go ahead of him.
"Thank you," I said, as he held the door and then walked in after me.
I walked into a large room that made me want to grab a cup of cocoa and sit in front of the fire even though it was summer.
A big fireplace was set in the center of the wall to my left; three patchwork puffs were in a semi-circle in front of the fire. Behind the puffs was a large cherry coffee table and behind that, a big squashy couch with a blanket and plush pillows were thrown on it. The room looked so cozy! Two doorways were in the wall to my right, and directly across were three more doors. The far-right one had no door and I saw it led to a kitchen, the middle one opened to reveal a bathroom with a shower, but the third door all the way to the left was closed and looked as if it hadn't been opened in years.
Jacob shut the front door and walked into the room, "Welcome home," he said smiling.
I had expected a huge mess, him being a guy and all, but it was neat and clean. He walked over to the door on the right wall closest to the front door.
"This room is yours, I haven't opened a window in here in forever so it's going to be covered in dust," he said apologetically.
"I don't mind," I said walking over to him.
The room was dark. I felt Jacob walk past me and walk over to a window. He threw it wide open and sunlight flooded the room. It was a fair-sized room; a queen-size bed was in the center of the room, pushed up against the wall but it had no sheets on it. The window Jacob had just opened was to the left of the bed. He walked over to another window on the wall to my right and opened it. A padded bench was set at the end of the bed, a blanket folded over it. A nightstand was underneath the window next to the bed with a lamp on top. A dresser was next to the door, a mirror with a frame made of branches hanging on the wall over it, a small desk sat under the window to my right and a plush armchair was in the far right corner of the room. Jacob was right; a layer of dust lay over everything and when Jacob had opened the window dust had billowed into the air.
"That," he said pointing to the door on the wall to my left, "Is your closet, I have no idea if there is anything in there but if there is and you don't want it, just chuck it in my room."
I walked over to the closet and opened it. There was a large trunk in there with a key sticking out of it. I turned the key and opened the trunk. Inside, folded neatly, were a comforter, sheets, pillows, everything to make the bed. The comforter was pale blue with white trees growing up from one end; it was made of down and was very soft, probably never used. I stood up and looked around the room. I smiled, I liked it, it was cozy and bright.
"This is perfect, thank you so much," I said.
"It's no problem. Do you have any bags with you," he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do, but I can handle it on my own," I said walking back to the bedroom door.
"I'll give you a hand, I can give you a tour while we are walking," he said following me out of the bedroom door and then out the front door.
"Ok, thanks," I said.