in a room called “the frog”

There is a desk cluttered with notebooks, pens, and pill bottles. There are two beds, a couch, and a minefield of clothes between them. One bed used to be my brother’s; the other was my great-grandfather’s. My family is full of amateur hoarders. The walls are decorated with sports memorabilia and photos of my dad playing golf - the rest of us are confined to one table. This was his office once, but now he sits at the dining room table.The couch is covered with blankets, all belonging to my dog, who steals more space in this house than me.