[ CW ] Describe the room you 're sitting in , maybe r/doodle will sketch it . This would be a test of how someone processes your words .

I am sitting on the tan love-seat in my medium-sized living room. The couch is pushed up against the back wall. The love-seat has high armrests, with large cushions. It has a faded flora pattern of red and pink flowers connected by vines. 
 To my left, on a small table level with the arm of the couch, is a fairly racist old lamp that has, at its base, a porcelain figure of a crouching Chinese sage. He is smiling, wearing a robe, and holding a pipe. The lightbulb and lampshade is positioned over the top of the figure's head. The shade is square around its base and curves upwards to create a smaller square at the peak. The lamp, like much of the furniture in my house, was unwillingly inherited from my grandmother's old apartment. On the table, in front of the lamp, is a generic styrofoam coffee cup and an ashtray with three cigarette butts and two beer bottle-caps in it. Two unopened envelopes are pinned underneath the ashtray. 
 On the cushion of the love-seat, immediately to my right, is an open notebook, a pack of American Spirit cigarettes ( yellow pack ), and my cell phone. 
 The living room has a wood paneled floor, and the walls are painted a light tan. The ceiling fan is outlined in dust, and its base has been pulled out from the ceiling; electrical wires wrap around a metal pole like nerves around muscle. 
 Just a few feet in front of me is a large coffee table that's made to look like three books which have been laid on top of one another. The table is rectangular, and about 2x3 feet. On the table are loose papers, a small notepad flipped open to an empty page, and a stack of books carelessly stacked on top of each other. The top book is Leaves of Grass. 
 Alongside the lefthand wall of the room is a bright blue, knock-off oriental couch. It is built low to the ground. The cushions have been arranged vertically like it was intended to build a fort with them. It is to prevent the dog from sitting on the couch. 
 The big, old TV has been pushed into the far, righthand corner of the room. It faces away from me. There are a series of large cracks radiating from a single point of impact in the bottom corner of the screen. On top of the TV are picture frames of relatives. 
 Looking straight ahead I look out through a set of three windows onto the back porch, where I can see the tops of wicker patio chairs arranged around a circular glass table. 
 To the left of the windows, pinned to the living room wall, is a picture cut out from the New York Post. The picture is now yellowed slightly, and its edges have started to fold inwards. It depicts the 4-year-old Indonesian boy who momentairly gained international infamy for his Don Draper-esque cigarette consumption. Above the photo is a headline reading `` Ciggie Smalls.''
