There is no one home in this room of love. It stands vacant, scantily furnished with dark looking things. A couch to one side is open, covered with dust...though it looks well used. There is a telescope in front of a large bay window, pointing its way across the sky. Here and there, small things that were left behind. Tokens long forgotten. There is a small chest of drawers to one corner, on top a silver tea setting and a jewelry box...a large golden amulet with a diamond set...another necklace, with a green emerald tear. A picture of the beach in a silver picture frame. An empty bottle of wine. Tickets to the theatre, unused.
These things are covered with dust, and the room looks unused in a while.