10 on 10: 10.

My den.  From its most interesting angle.  Note the smattering of books along the left wall.  There’s a black dresser to the right out of view.  Clothes on the floor at the foot of my bed.  A 3-“Propeller” fan.  

My books are not arranged - my sheets are of different styles.  My walls are bare.  I really don’t care for aesthetics in my living quarters for some reason.  Chalk it up to laziness or a sincere disinterest for home decorating, but I’m not sure which.  My bag and a paper bag of clothes are on my bed.  The pillow is on the wrong side, because my roomies stay up watching TV lately and won’t let me shut the door.  That door up ahead?  Leads to my roommates.  Railroad apartments are not good for privacy.  So I put my head near the white noise of the fan and try to sleep.  Which is what I’m about to do.

Good women, take note:  I need help!

Goodnight you lovely creatures.