Picture this:

*The following is an exercise in descriptive writing. It is only as true as you chose it to be.*

Picture this: A young woman sits on a bed. She’s leaning back against the wall behind her with a laptop on her lap. It’s clearly an apple laptop but the back of it has been coated by a mass of vibrant acrylic paints arranged in a crude replica which, with little imagination bears resemblance to Van Gough’s Stary Night. Her finger’s skim the dull keyboard, above the mousepad and to the right of the mousepad is a crude sketch on a well worn blue post-it, attached onto the metal of the laptop with bits of duct tape fraying at the edges. The post-it has a hastily but skillfully sketched picture of a young woman with curly hair and glasses. It bears more than a passing resemblance to the young woman on the bed. 

The first thing you would notice about the young woman on the bed would be her hair. Her mass of thick, black hair, some curling politely in ringlets, some in waves beneath the smaller curls, held down by the sheer volume of hair. The young woman wears rectangular glasses through which she stares intently at the computer screen. A blanket rests on her lap, between the computer and her folded knees and she wears a thick blue fleecy robe. 

Balanced on the bedpost flush with the wall behind the young woman sits a brown ceramic mug filled with hard cider and above the young woman on the shelf sits another empty mug that once held water but has been left, forgotten to gather dust. The room about the young woman is messy. There is an old, dark dresser to her right with clothes on the floor and spilling out an open drawer. Next to the clothes there are three pairs of shoes and two bags. The shoes belong on the floor but the bags have hooks they wait to return to. A shelf of books lies half tipped over the paints that hold it as a book end on one side. Another shelf holds the young woman’s personals: deodorant, tampons, pain killer, hydrogen peroxide. The only make-up visible are three different colored tubes of glitter but these look well used. An outlet at the foot of the bed hosts a tangle of cords and on side of the room opposite to the dresser sits another shelf with a spare sheet set and some folded dresses. Another dress hangs from a hook, all the dresses are still neatly folded and have a fine coating of dust above their bright colors. Tacked to the wall is a hand written list of dates and checked boxes and other than that the walls are unadorned. Next to the bed, a bedside table holds the single light in the room and open notebook with a pen resting diagonally on top. The light from the lamp is harsh and bright but under it the young woman’s hair seems to sparkle.