It takes a bit of effort, but I manage to scoot myself up and make some sense of the room: Pastel painted walls, a window sill covered in overgrown palms, and the absence of the stale B.O. that lingered in the boy’s dormitory.

I can’t say the cabana-themed bedroom isn’t a little surprising, and I don’t typically fall asleep in strange girls’ beds…

Even getting laid seems even less likely — so whose room is this?