After putting down the last box, The god took a glance around the rather barren looking living room. The apartment itself was not that big; which meant although there'd be less room, there would also be less to clean.
He walked into the bedroom and continued getting accustomed to his new living space. It was a decent size and even with his bed he still had room for a desk and maybe a bookshelf or two. The closet was a nice size, but there didn't seem to be any lights installed inside.
Taking a closer look into the poorly-lit closet, he noticed what appeared to be an old lamp. Puzzled, he took it out and looked it over. "Must have been something the old tenants forgot to pack," he thought. And by the looks of it, it had been in there for a while, probably forgotten. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt down to cover his palm, he used it to wipe off the dust, rubbing in circular motions and blowing to clean it off.