Sometimes a writer, sometimes a designer. Actually I truly don't know what I'm doing anymore
Describe the room you are sitting in
I can see how dark it is outside through the window and the door to the balcony. The light bulb makes the walls look white but I know they are actually buttery-yellow and I hate it.
Im sitting on a bean-bag, my feet digging between the fibers of on the giant mock-persian rug I got second hand - both the rug and the bag a cool, faded shade red.
The table light (which has not worked in months, gotta fix that) and one of the picture frames above my bed are also red.
There are many misplaced objects laying around - shoes, notebooks, a water bottle, worn-but-not-laundry-stage-yet clothes, reusable facemasks, my bag.
The standout is a standart, one legged electric fan, dead center in the middle of the room, generating a continuous monotone hum and a gentle breeze.