Alone In a Room: What Do You See?

My bedroom's a bit of a mess at the moment, the aftermath of a weeks worth of activity not yet given the thought of straightening. Seated at my desk it's covered with odds and ends: A can decorated with various stickers and slogans filled with writing implements of all shapes and sizes along with the odd pair of scissors. Several scented candles sit before the glowing monitor, Balsam & Cedar, Dune Grass, and Ocean Blossom; left overs from the family Christmas I had in my apartment. Two Beta bowls also flank the screen, one an ornamental vase filled with translucent glass pebbles and a dark blue fish by the name of Kong who has a tendency to simply exist within his environment. The other is an interesting contraption of a brass stand suspending a hanging globe by an ornamental hook. An LED light illuminates the fish below that swims aggressively around a small plant nestled within. He's a brightly colored little guy, iridescent blues and purples shimmer in the light...I haven't quite gotten around to naming him yet but I'm sure I will when think of one. Of course there is my computer tower, a sleek black looking machine with something that looks like a blue flux capacitor on the front and a small readout that keeps track of the temperature within the CPU and other important systems. Random Beta pellets roll gently against my wrist as I type, the result of my trying to clear space and knocking over the fish food container.

Next to the desk is a Jambie drum topped with several books, DeathWatch and my Developmental Psych respectively, along with a small shelf topped with an owl shaped coin bank and a bronze statue of something I'm not quite sure of. Between the two is nestled random papers I've thought,at least at some time, to be fairly important. On the shelf above the drum, a fixture that encircles the entirety of my room, rests a printer and a plethora of DVDs, CDs, Computer games, and other such disks.

Across the room is my laundry basket, a painful reminder that I need to take a trip down to the laundry room in short order! Next to the laundry is a proper book shelf, though it is not used for it's intended purpose. Instead of books lining it's shelves games take up the space; Backgammon, Go, Apples to Apples, and Pirate dice are the ones that I can readily see from my vantage point. On top of this bookshelf rests a large glass tank filled with substraight, moss, various plants and two very small red eyed tree frogs that are extremely adept at hiding during the day, an essential with being nocturnal and all.

As for the room itself, the walls are a satin off white that tends to reflect too much light when a car passes by and the trim is a soft wood stained dark by my landlord. Pictures of myself and friends hand from the walls in various frames of glossy black and finished woods. A reminder of where I have been and what has come to pass.