Untitled Resolution of Memories

He woke up this morning, his brain completely open to ideas and his creativity released from its cage downstairs. What did he do first? He stepped away from the bed, taking no more than three steps and he turned to his right. He saw the big wolf looking down on him, his eyes cold red and black. It had guarded him through another cold, lonely night. He turned to his left and faced the ever-so-popular window into the world. To its right was one of 3 sound producers, and even further right were 3 contraptions which binded him constantly to them. One managed two of the sound producers, the other allowed him to view everything, nothing, anything and something. It trapped him to it and it also released him from the others. To the right of the ever-so-popular window was a house window and to the right wall was a door to a closet. The things inside were messy--he never cleaned them. He walked further and the room changed into one that was only in his memories now, since he had not seen it in 2 years. This seemed blurry now, but he could make it out...
He stood in the doorway, the hall light shining, creating his shadow upon the far window inside the room, scaring him as it did every other time. "Its the ghost again," he remembered. "There's no ghosts in this house," the same voice said. He did not reply. He walked inside the room, and a bed appeared, and another ever-so-popular window upon another small table stood in front of the bed. He turned around and walked back to the door and again the room changed, this time it was a very small room...
There was the very same bed, but it looked brand new. There was an old ever-so-popular window there, as well. Toys were there too, their eyes all looking at the him. He smiled at this memory and turned around. the room changed again quickly, and he stood in the room he hated his first entrance to...
The dolls looked straight at him. Their devilish eyes and smiling mouthes hid more than just expensive plastic and cute little dresses on them. They spoke to him and he stepped away before he remembered too much of it. He tried walking more..
His memory failed. He could not remember before any longer. At least...not yet.