You decide to do a once over of the room.
The shelves are empty, but there’s so much space here that you get the feeling that something is meant to be on them. There’s nothing under the cushion, and the big block towards the wall is some kind of poor excuse for a table, your mind tells you. No way to tell if there’s anything under it either, it’s too heavy. There’s no space under the bed, and there’s nothing under the pillow and blanket but sheets and mattress.
What a boring room.
…except, of course, for the stuff on the wall.