Nothing sexy, this is not a area for seduction or conversation. No area to catch up on old times, what was or how things currently are,
For my life is spread, literally.
The Fabric army that congregate on the chair, layered one by one they grow without knowing, having to push aside making space for my backside.
A desk filled with clutter, a weeks worth of stories, oyster card rests between pocket change and unwrapped CDs. A laptop gathering dust seems to be my main source of cyber interaction, ensuring all business runs as normal.
This is now my day to day
My room reflects my week, whether its the Fresh clothes folded (still remaining on the bed) to trainers trailing on the floor, this sole affair needing not to be in my view but its my doing.
A lifestyle that remains a nightmare Four days a week but all is normal for three.