[Eli lets out a huff as he stretches over the edge of the bed, craning his head so he can see the small pile of food that's accumulated there over the past two weeks.
He didn't mean to go this long without clearing the space out, but a lack of motivation brought on by the heat-wave and the almost constant presence of his roommate kept Eli from cleaning up after himself, which left his room  with an oppressive stench. One that was getting more and more obvious as the days went by, and one that got even worse when you got closer to it.]
[If he wanted to get rid of it all at once, he'd have to keep it in the room until nighttime, when he could leave it in the hallway or in a different room for someone else to find. But it smelled so bad, and it made him look so crazy. Eli was ninety-percent sure that every person with an eating disorder kept an extensive collection of food somewhere in their personal space, and they always got found out. His train of thought went harshly off-track as the door opened, and he fell face-first onto the floor. Right next to the pile of weeks-old lunches and dinners he'd been hiding in his sweatpants.]
