Wednesday afternoon

Currently I’m lying in my bed with the fan on. My roommates cat naps at the foot of the bed and I plan to nap as well, after a long morning of nonstop classes, work, running and reading.

The sheets aren’t dirty but I’ll clean them at the end of this week. They’re white with a little pink throw blanket sort of folded, sort of sprawled at the end.

While I was eating lunch I did see an episode of Portlandia. I haven’t seen the last two seasons because I’ve been busy. The humor gets to me more than it did when I first started watching this show. I think it’s because I’ve met so much more people since then.

I doze of thinking about portlandia and sleeping longer than I intended. The cat sleeps longer though, eliciting feelings of superiority that I assume is why we keep pets around.

I wonder what to have for dinner. I don’t typically have a lot of food, only buying the bare minimum from week to week and living off of that. I do have some strawberries and kiwis leftover from fruit kebabs I made my family the other day, maybe I could make a mini fruit salad.

I stare at a blurry charcoal drawing across from my bed. Blurry because my glasses are still off. Almost nothing is recognizable thanks to my poor vision, which occasionally concerns me whenever I have my glasses off for more than two minutes.

Although unrecognizable, I know that the drawing is of Jesus Christ, given and taped up a week ago. The artist himself gave it to me, he was kind of like a friend of a friend.

Above me is a fluorescent light that I keep off and a smoke detector that I have never checked. On the wall immediately to my left is a cheap pink tapestry ordered from target.

On the wall behind me is six bookshelves- three for my roommate and three for me. The lowest one on my side has my hat, my Himalayan salt lamp, and albums, the middle one has fictional books, and the top one has my textbooks and another hat.

My roommate has taped pictures on the edge of each bookshelf. Every one of them features people grinning at the camera, without an exception.

On her bottom shelf is a vase of wilting flowers, a paper crane, a happy birthday card, a skull piggy bank with a college football helmet on it, a cactus and a mixtape I made her.

On the middle shelf is more pictures, this time actually in a picture frame. It has 6 photos total, each featuring a group of people I don’t know.

On the top shelf is picture books. The one we’ve talked about the most is she persisted around the world, a book about women who’ve changed the world.

Below my roommates desk she’s taped up a poster board with her name and ‘happy 21st!’ with 22 signatures and words of love from 22 different fiends.

To the right of that is taped two pages of a handwritten letter addressed to her, and to the right is a Christmas card styled announcement about someone going on a mission.

Underneath all of this is her desk, which is wooden with a little chair that matches it. Mine is to the right of hers and is identical, although what we have on top of the desks vary.

My roommate has a large bottle of Jergen’s soothing aloe, an empty powerade bottle, an empty mug that says ‘your mug’, a power strip, an electric toothbrush and some books.

On my desk sits my white wire lamp, a machine that records cassette mixtapes, my earbuds and a couple debit cards. The machine takes up a quarter of the desk, and is a bulking black thing.

To the left of my roommates desk is her unmade bed, which has yellow sheets, a gray and white floral duvet, and on top a quilt with patches and colors of the opposing school that she attends.

On the ground are more blankets and pillows in a little pile, topped with a little heart shaped plushie. Like, actual heart, with the veins and everything, but that doesn’t stop the heart from having a cartoony smile.

At the foot of her bed is a pile of laundry, a suitcase, and a little rack for when her laundry needs to dry. Above that, hanging on two hooks on the wall, is a gray towel and a baseball hat with an embroidery of the school she does go to.

Above her bed is the rooms only window, but luckily it’s not small. The blinds are pulled up to revile the foot of the mountains we live at and a handful of other apartment buildings.

The left wall is less of a wall and more of an open closet concept, separated into three sections. To the left are my clothes, to the right at my roommates, and in the middle is no mans land, where we wordlessly started sticking our storage.

On the floor in front of my closet thing are my black nikes, waiting to be put away, into the little drawer that they sit in front of. That’s were they’ll be reunited with the other shoes.

I sit up and put on my glasses, taking this all in in about six seconds. Then I shuffle out and make myself a fruit salad out of kiwis and strawberries.