My room, among the smallest I’ve ever stayed in.
I’m on the 4th floor up the steepest stairs in the narrowest staircase. Hauling my bag up those stairs, on floor three I muttered a very quiet curse, and instantly a door opened and a guy said ‘here let me help you with that’. I said ‘oh, thank you very much!’. He said ‘it happens everyday.’
No closet, no cupboard, no shelves, bathroom down the hall – but it’s clean, has a bed, a chair, and a view, and it’s cheap. Yay. And from the chair or the bed, this view out my window is so cool.