Soft, dim light surrounded me as I sit in a 10 dollar rolling chair. A rough blanket [my dead grandma made this with some kind of weird sheep clothes] conceals me as the cool breeze blows from the ceiling fan. Feet prompt up on the old, rickety, queen size bed. On the corner of this small room lives a thriving family of petite brown spiders, I like to think of them as pets. The window behind the tv is always open, giving full vision inside my room. Outside the light of the moon, stars and lamp shone in full view of the backyard. The grass held a soft looking blue glow and the bright, orange color of tall bundles of suns gave the grass a mystical view. Back in my room if you search hard enough you might even find a small lizard crawling near the bricked wall. Books stacked on the floor as the shelves were overflowing with more books and random stuff I hoarded over the last few years. And here I sit watching a buzzfeed video about the murders in Chicago as I wait for me to fall into a black abyss. Goodnight and don't read this.