#incomplete stuff

This room is a vaccum in space, opening suddenly at around 3:30 in the morning with the sound of a laptop starting up and ending at whatever time it pleases with bloodshot eyes, restless legs and the almost silver blue light coming from the windows and reflecting from the off-white walls, the light you only get when the world wakes up. Sucking all time from everything and everyone in it, it has taken over every inch of this room, condensing it to something so dense that a complete lifetime can fit into a small town suburban 18 year old's bedroom. Have you thought to yourself "How many times have I laid in this bed? The valleys and mountians of this mattress with me night after night, breath after snore after breath? How many times have I stood in this exact location in my room, my feet matching up perfectly everytime? When was the last time I raised the blinds, and why in the world would you put a bedroom window facing a neighbor's kitchen window?