Surroundings

I look left. The gentle light of the moon is pouring in through my window, bathing my dark room with a sleepy glow.

I look right. The light switch is a steady orange, sticking out against the black wall.

I look down. Layers of blankets envelope me, shielding me from the cold air. The faint glow of my phone shines upon my covers. I see green.

I look up. The white ceiling is barely visible in the poor lighting, but I see it clearly in my minds eye. It's a sight I know well.

I look ahead. Like the rest of my room, the wall is dark. I can make out the three boards that hang on it. The one farthest to the right is easily seen, with its white chalk markings.