it was much more intrusive to look into her private room with her pictures of her travels and her friends set up here and there , with her posters and art , with her bed covers she had brought and little reading lamps she had for decorated her room with , than it was to look in ronnies or my rooms , which pretty much still appeared as they did the day we moved in , except for our clothes on the floor here and there , and my guitar and some books .