Pompeii

The room remained unchanged for many years. It had a musty odor, courtesy of mold that took up residence on the walls and furniture within it. The door and windows were still sealed, confining the stained bedsheets, the dusty cupboard, the proud oak desk, and the leaning bookshelf. There, on the shelf, sat idle, the books. And alongside them, lay some old tapes of the Italian language and albums of photographs that had been seen by few.