What is a good way to describe a Hotel Room in fiction writing?

The hotel room was located on the fifth floor of the Hilton Hotel in downtown Chicago. John opened the door to room 503 and wheeled his suitcase inside. The room was fairly typical for a standard hotel room. Right when you walked in, there was a small entryway with shoes and coats hung up on the wall. The gray carpet was clean but had seen better days with faint stains here and there.

What is a good way to describe a Hotel Room in fiction writing?

Past the entryway, the main sleeping and living area opened up. In the center was a queen sized bed covered with crisp white linens. Four pillows were propped up against the padded headboard. Fluffy white blankets were folded at the end of the bed. A dark wood nightstand was on each side of the bed, each holding a lamp with an brown fabric shade. On one nightstand was an alarm clock that displayed the time, 11:34 PM. 

Across from the foot of the bed was a small, compact work desk. It was made of the same dark wood as the nightstands and had a matching fabric upholstered desk chair tucked neatly underneath. On the desk surface was a phone, notepad with the hotels logo on top, and a plastic cup filled with pens, pencils, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Mounted to the wall above the desk was a medium sized flat screen TV. 

To the left of the desk was a door that opened up into the bathroom. The bathroom had pale gray tiles on the floor and half way up the walls. The other half of the walls were covered in white wallpaper with a subtle stripe pattern. There was a standing shower stall with a sliding glass door taking up the back left corner. A shower caddy hung on the wall inside containing complimentary shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Opposite the shower was a white porcelain sink sitting on a dark gray countertop. A wall mounted mirror with round edges went above the sink. Next to the sink was the toilet, covered with a plastic seat protector. A stack of white towels sat on a small shelf.

Coming back out to the main room, on the other side of the desk was a closet with sliding mirrored doors. Inside was a small ironing board tucked to one side and empty wooden hangers taking up the other side, waiting for clothes. Directly across from the bed was a window stretching from the floor up towards the ceiling. Heavy cream colored drapes were pulled open revealing views of the downtown area outside. City lights twinkled in the distance and occasional cars drove by on the streets below, their headlights illuminating the road. 

The floor between everything was covered by the same light gray carpet. The walls were painted a neutral beige color and broken up by square molding panels. Over on the right wall next to the entryway was a large painting of rolling green hills. Everything had a very tidy, sterile feeling as if it had all been newly renovated and was well kept. While cozy in its own way, there was no sense of warmth or personality to the room. It was simply a functional place to sleep for the night before continuing the journey elsewhere in the morning.