Nothing Too Interesting

Log one:

         You sit in your room alone with a laptop. It is resting on your stomach as you lay in a giant beanbag. The beanbag is brown not a very dark brown, more of a darker tan color. The size is a little less of a twin bed, It goes inward towards the middle because of where you sit. You have a bed next to the darker tan beanbag almost the size of a twin bed, but you think this is much comfier. Therefore you do not use your bed, also your ‘bed’ is actually only three mattresses put on top of each other.

You have a window next to your ‘bed’, it has been written on with window markers all over it; not too much where you can’t see through, but it does not look too ravishing. It is mostly lines everywhere from where some of it has been erased, however there is a flower at the bottom. There are numbers at the top, along with random words that were once sentences; at the bottom close to the flower there is there word, “eeeep!” written slightly pointing upwards. You don’t want the scribbles there anymore, but are too lazy to wipe it off, so it stays.

Every once in a while you will go and sit on your bed, though if you move too much it will start to slide; which becomes quite an annoyance. At times you will sit next to your window pushing the top mattress off a little so your bottom may sit on one mattress, and your feet on the one beneath. Then you open your window, it opening sideways then overlapping the other half on the window, making the scribbles look even worse. As you gaze out your window you look at the sky, it is such a bright baby blue that it hurts, you try not you blink nor look down, challenging yourself to keep looking. You eyes can not handle this, they close, and you feel a tad disappointment for yourself, you take a good breath of fresh air then close the window.

Ah, it seems that the laptop that has been resting on your stomach has now become quite hot, you decide it’s time to take a break; although you don’t mind the heat, you feel that it is not best for your most used electronic. You close your laptop and put it on the side of yourself, on the dark tan beanbag almost the size of a twin bed. As you sit up you pull down the part of your shirt that always manages to get pulled up from the laptop, your stomach is warm, almost to the point where it seems like sweat.

When you stand up you notice this sock on the ground, you look at your left foot and find out that it has been orphaned sockless, you pick up the sock on the ground. As you look closer this was not the sock you were wearing once before, also that the sock is extremely dirty, dirty at the point even when you wash it, there will still be stains. There is something sticky and pink at the top of the sock, you decide that you no longer will be needing this. For some reason you feel like you should smell it, even though you know it’s not a good idea, you take a sniff, it doesn't smell bad and you were surprised. Although it didn't matter in the end, you were still getting rid of this.

You walk over to the stairs, feeling pity for the lifeless clothing material, you give it a farewell and toss it down the stairs. It makes it half way down then stops, you look at it for a few seconds then decide to go get it, you feel like it will be awkward seeing that you might have said a few things you can’t quite take back... Anyway! You build up the courage to pick up the thing, trying not to look at it too much. As you walk down the stairs you step in something wet with your right foot, the foot with a sock. You stop right there, your eyes wide open and your mouth slowing going into a look of disgust, you keep walking; it was already awkward enough with the pitiful sock, now it’s just plain uncomfortable.

You are at the last step, you touch the floor, oh the holy floor, you make a turn to the kitchen, where you may throw the thing away as you please. You walk up to the trashcan and throw it away without a thought, then you proceed to take off your other sock, the one that now has been tainted by water from the unknown. You know this sock is completely fine, but you don’t want the other one to be alone, this is not the best idea since you don’t have that many socks but you say it’s for a good cause.

You put the sock next to the other one, but you decide maybe you should hide them under something so your mother doesn't see them and ask why. It probably wouldn't be a problem, but for precaution you take some fruit off the counter and drop it on the ground. It didn't smash or anything, you just made sure it was bruised so that it wasn't edible (by your family views) anymore, then you put the bruised peaches and plums on top of the socks neatly. That doesn't quite cover them, so you say it was a waste of effort, you wish you didn't ruin the fruit seeing that you like peaches and plums.

You decide to put the bruised peach and the bruised plum in the socks, one in each. Then you go back to your room with the sock filled fruit, you put both the socks in your dresser drawer and leave it like that. You think that your laptop is probably okay to use now, you go to your beanbag and open your laptop and go back into your usual sitting position; laptop resting on stomach and your head comfortably put on your giant body pillow that’s folded in half so your head can see the screen better.