There is a bureau in here! I'm going to take a leap and say that anything 75% inside the drawers is clean. A couple of bags of trash are out in the hall, and I have a shelf out there for the books. There is a tenuous red path of carpet from the sliver of doorway — the door still won't open more than about 25% — and the bureau. I straighten as best I can and actually get the drawers shut.
But the Denizen of this jungle scares me. She pulls the bureau forward, skidding it over piles of junk. Now it is teetering at an angle and we can't get it to sit straight. Items on top wobble, including a lamp.
We've unearthed a broken chair, and two of its legs.
No iPod.