The coffee table is black and appears made of wood. The entire table is very light and cheap. It supports 50 pounds. On it, an emergency bottle of lotion, a few remotes, an XBox controller and some loose napkins strewn randomly on top. It isn’t clean or dirty, but used.
Describing things for the next few days – working on a different muscle.
The old-fashioned office phone. The phone line runs out the office into the door outside, lined across the bottom of the floor. It could be a tripping hazard, if not for the tremendous slack it has. The phone is black, and compared to mobile phones now, a relic. It is 6 inches by 8 inches, dusty from a lack of care. A monochrome screen is on the top center, and under it, white letters on black buttons noting important “features” like DIR (Directory) and CID (Caller ID). In the middle are the standard numbers, and to the right, some different looking buttons, clear that allow you to mute or put the phone on speaker. Different volume nobs sit at the side, adjusting the volume of the ringer and the phone. Scratches are on the top of the receiver, as if the phone has been around for a while. A short code connects it to the black base of the phone.
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Today I am writing a paragraph describing something in my apartment.I want to try some descriptive writing and no better place to start than here.
As I walk in my room and turn to the right, two doors are usually ajar. What was a closet is now an office, where two white boards, each taking a door, hang on Velcro straps, marked with information such as dates on a calendar or a morning routine notice . At eye level, a group of papers, a stack of waiter pads, and a portable USB mic and above them lie some older papers and notes. Post-It notes line the walls to the right, and to the left nothing. There is a small desk at seat level that squeezes inside the reformed closet doors, and on it lie a phone, two monitors, and a cup of pens. Various knickknacks cover the desk, but its appearance is clean. On the floor lies a PC tower that hums quietly on the inside of the desk opening. The cords running this operation run from a single extension cord, its individual cords covered by a box making them neat, and run to the outlet outside the closet. The doors can close, albeit barely, to cover all of this.
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From the desk of Adam Thomas 