If you walk in, you will be hit immediately with the stench of old food. The small trash can is overflowing with used food containers and a recent one sits on Winnie's desk where her laptop sits. She's become so nose-blind that the trash doesn't faze her anymore. She has bookshelves to the right and left of her white, fold-able table-desk that she "borrowed" from the garage. The shelves hold mainly the books her parents didn't want anymore and college texts. Winnie wishes the space was cleaner and not in her parent's basement, but this space is hers.