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7. Describe the room you’re sitting in.
Mustard-yellow walls. Christmas lights along the doorframe. Map of the world on the wall, photo of Christina Aguilera underneath. Fish bowl, Xbox, empty bottles. Sun itching to set - a single window - light spilling in from the teasingly-spring-ish day outside. As it ends, it beckons. There’s a couch (found on the sidewalk some three months ago) and I’m sitting on it. It’s frayed, faded, stained, and it sinks in like the middle cushion wants to consume me. There’s remnants of glitter, ash, and camomile on the hardwood floor. There’s a whole lot of other miscellany I can’t describe. There’s a song playing, and it’s one of my favourites. There’s me alone, writing this.
Mustard-yellow walls. Christmas lights along the doorframe. Map of the world on the wall, photo of Christina Aguilera underneath. Fish bowl, Xbox, empty bottles. Sun itching to set - a single window - light spilling in from the teasingly-spring-ish day outside. As it ends, it beckons. There’s a couch (found on the sidewalk some three months ago) and I’m sitting on it. It’s frayed, faded, stained, and it sinks in like the middle cushion wants to consume me. There’s remnants of glitter, ash, and camomile on the hardwood floor. There’s a whole lot of other miscellany I can’t describe. There’s a song playing, and it’s one of my favourites. There’s me alone, writing this.