He knew with it being the only draw left on her small dresser that it would contain her unmentionables and most likely anything else she didn’t want anyone finding, like a journal…or a toy of sorts. It couldn’t stop himself from sniffing them, so he sat down on the ground and scooted up against the wall with them pressed against his face. He didn’t like it being so cold, but reasoned it was far better to be too cold then too hot.
