Every student’s own home

The soft whir of a fan helps circulate the air throughout the enclosed space. The hum of the air pump followed by the gentle pops of air bubbles coming from a giant enclosed tank. Inside it’s inhabitants move silently through their own world. A two layered bed stood tall in the corner with mostly junk on the top. Underneath lay a jumble of sheets pillows and blankets with no order. To my left was a desk, engraved and written on to help with the next upcoming assignments. Pass that was the wall to my own tank stuck to it were images of previous memories that were to never happen again. To my right was the crate for a domestic animal. He never really needed it that much, but I was told that it was good to keep out. The crate was stationed next to the left side of my enclosure. On this particular side was a huge laminated map of the world with different individual countries shaded in. Connecting the two walls overhead was a blank white ceiling. In the middle was a single light, the other bulb had burned out. Sadly it was encased by a glass plate that was harder to remove than a dumb twitter post. Below the light was me, quietly listening to music. Staring at the ceiling while also trying to hear the little pops of air from the fish tank. It was a Friday night, but things would enter my mind and then quickly dissipate in the lyrics of the song I was listening to. Moving while stretched out on the floor seemed like a waste of a perfectly good calorie. My room was my tank. Though boring I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
