It was a majestic oak wood desk. A laptop flashed pictures of, evidently, good times. White sand slipped through a quaint looking hour glass. A china mug held expensive looking pens. The desk was uncomfortably neat- except for a plate, with a half-eaten pecan pie.
He lay motionless on the floor, nearby. The corners of his mouth turning white, just a little bit. Clearly, his childhood nut allergy had gotten the better of him.
