Annoyed and still rubbing her sore head, Bee headed down the stairs to her floor and found room 13. She cocked her head to the side, unlocked the door and walked in.
One word to describe it could have been musty. Another could have been dusty. Dirthy. Filthy. But whatever word was used did not take away from the fact that it was a dark room, no windows, only one light (a lamp on the bedside table) and tiny dust particles layering the furniture, floor, walls and floating through the air.
Bee frowned. "Beautiful."