Bedroom

The walls of Leo’s bedroom were painted a deep indigo, the color of the sky just before the stars decide to show up. To anyone else, it was just a twelve-by-twelve square with a squeaky floorboard near the closet, but to Leo, it was a kingdom, a laboratory, and a sanctuary all rolled into one.

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Every object in the room held a secret history. The crooked bookshelf by the window wasn’t just holding novels; it was a fortress wall protecting him from the "real world" outside. The desk in the corner, scarred with permanent marker and dried glue, was the mission control center where he designed paper planes that actually flew and journals filled with maps of places that didn’t exist. The most important part, however, was the "Nest." The walls of Leo’s bedroom were painted a