The stage is sizable enough for what it wants to hold. In the middle is a cradle painted an eggshell color like they didn't have an idea if the baby would be a handsome blue boy or a pretty pink girl. Part of you hopes that the family didn't care about those kind of role. And in a sad way you would have been right. Its brand new, like the family before it didn't have any previous ones passed down through the generations. Sheets of plywood wallpaper imprison the cot, each having a nice little smile on it painted in crayon. It looked like the chicken scratch of a child. Underneath the cradle was a rug that was a dark dark grey. Maybe even a maroon.