Emily returned to her room completely and utterly exhausted.
With a gentle press of the switch beside the door, the light came on, bathing the room in a soft glow.
The warm light illuminated the familiar space, revealing the girlish room with several cartoon characters pasted across the walls.
Emily's lips slowly curled into a smile as her eyes wandered around the room, taking in every familiar detail.
There was the simple bed, with the bed spread tucked in neatly, the makeshift closet that held the few clothes she owned.
And then the little collection of cartoons she had always loved watching whenever she needed to escape from reality.
Seeing the room exactly as she had left it months ago, neatly arranged, dust-free, and with everything still in its proper place, filled her chest with a strange sense of warmth.
The feeling this room gave her was completely different from the mansion.
It was even more different from the house she had grown up in at the Winters residence.
