"Isn't this better than being shut up in that damned hot room?"

That made the room hot and uncomfortable to sleep in.

His anger started to fill the room, hot and close, like a storm that hadn't broken yet.

After cooling one goes back to the hot room and begins the cycle again.

There was a long hush in the hot room, and voices of children could be heard.

Everything's fine till you leave the hot room and walk out into the cold!

Inside the hot, darkening room, they were aware of no time or sound.

"I'm inclined to think of other things in small hot rooms."

He was still inside the hot room with the others.

If you put them in a hot room they don't do so well.