[ 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 .

It was advertised as a bedroom on the real estate websites, but in reality it was a shoebox posing as a study. There was a big ‘ L ’ shaped desk sitting next to my regular ‘ lower case i without the dot ’ desk forming a kind of ‘ capital T ’ with the top against one wall. These two work stations alone took up most of the standing room. This was a room where work was meant to be done. 
 Papers and computer monitors filled the small desk where I sat and wrote. The rug that was supposed to stop the floorboards from being damaged by the office chairs didn ’ t quite cover enough of the ground to do its job and only really served as a means of putting my chair at a constant tilt. At least it was well lit. This was the kind of house that an aspiring writer and student should live in. Just clean and tidy enough to pass a house inspection carefully guided by a watchful estate agent. It was almost as if on the day that we did the walkthrough, they had pushed the floorboards together and straightened the doorframes. But my god was it affordable. 
 Once you got used to it the study was perfectly competent. The white walls and angled roof seemed cosy after time and the large printer that first seemed in the way became a good place to stack books. Great as long as nothing actually needed printing. 
 Have you ever noticed the way that cluttered rooms reach a state of terminal clutter? Once they pass a certain threshold, just another box or piece of recording equipment doesn ’ t really make a dint. It was nearing the point that the one small window in the wall behind me would be blocked out due to our habit of piling any old thing without a home against the wall beneath it. 
 The rest of the house was pleasant, well decorated and clean - even with its imperfections. This room was mine. I treated like a sibling. I could complain and whinge about my lack of space until my face went purple, but I loved it and god save the person who decided to make fun of it while I was there. 
 
 Have n't written like this since high school and would like critique, but please be gentle.
