The desk faces a window that over looks a small garden on the edge of the woods. The desk is small, it once belonged to a teenager, it was picked up for cheap at a yard sale years ago because it was painted hot pink by the teenager back then. The color doesn’t matter, it will do fine for what it’s needed for. On the desk is a computer with a telephone and a television that works as a computer monitor. The computer chair is grey, looks like most mundane office chairs, nothing special. During the day, the computer corner is the main one used.

At night the computer corner is dark and the bed in the opposite corner of the small room. The queen sized bed with dark blue sheets and a bright red comforter that sits under a window where the cat likes to perch and watch the various wildlife during the day.

A wood hot pink desk, something picked up at a yard sale a few years ago and once belonged to a teenager (hence it being painted hot pink) sits under a curtainless window.

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The view isn’t much, the landlord parked a 1969 Airstream trailer in front of it. The Airstream is rusty and needs work, it’s just part of the landscape, nothing more.

On the desk is the computer with the outdated television that now only serves as the computer monitor. The keyboard, mouse and headset are laid neatly aside, everything is turned off, the work day is over.

Across the room there’s a queen sized bed with dark blue sheets and a bright red comforter under the other window in the room. A black and white cat lays on the rumpled comforter enjoying the fading rays of the sun.

The cat jumps from the bed as a spray of water splashes him. The shower water is warm and I am enjoying the feel of it on my tired body. I always sleep better after a shower.