I sit in my office chair, swirling around and observing the chaos manifesting in my room. The room has a dearth of light, as the lighting on the ceiling slowly sinks into darkness. On my coffee table, there are wastes of paper from a forgotten time and stacks of journals from a former past. The edges of the table drip with these sheets, leaving a puddle of worksheets by its legs. Across my carpet floor, misfit coins scatter the ground with over worn socks and soiled dress shirts floating by them. Sweat from my clothes fills the atmosphere of the room, creating an air akin to a boiling sauna. A miniature fan hangs onto the side of my desk, blo
I sit in my office chair, swirling around and observing the chaos manifesting in my room. The room has a dearth of light, as the lighting on the ceiling slowly sinks into darkness. On my coffee table, there are wastes of paper from a forgotten time and stacks of journals from a former past. The edges of the table drip with these sheets, leaving a puddle of worksheets by its legs. Across my carpet floor, misfit coins scatter the ground with over worn socks and soiled dress shirts floating by them. Sweat from my clothes fills the atmosphere of the room, creating an air akin to a boiling sauna. A miniature fan hangs onto the side of my desk, blo