I'm sitting, laying actually, across a love seat.
There is a pillow under my knees and another under my head.
There is a blanket over my legs and torso.
My laptop is on my lap and music is playing quietly whilst I type.
The time reads 10:31 PM at this point.
The light in the kitchen isn't much but is bright all the same.
One of my housemates is laying on their couch.
With a laptop on the coffee table across from their gaze, listening to something I'm blocking out.
I'm hungry, but I don't want to make anything.
When I look down at my keyboard it takes my eyes a bit to see the letters.