It was 1:34am when Jesse reached for the light switch
made faintly present by the glaring computer screen in front of me. Once
flicked, the red globe bled along the walls of the room and intensified an
otherwise poorly lit space. Slumped back in a desk chair, he looked around the
bedroom, realising despite it had only been a week since he’d made some effort
to clean it, that already it’d returned to its usual state. Bed sheets strewn
about the place, clothes not only from previous outings, but ones which were
decided against occupied a large portion of the bed. Books and magazines which hadn't received any love were mangled on the ground beneath another heaped mess
of clothes which had fallen, and an assortment of shoes were scattered at the
base of the bed, where they’d been kicked off feet in a rush to throw one’s body
into slumber. Papers, notes and other useless crap found whatever space on the
desk they could, until there was none, at which point they began to stack, and eventually
slide off.
