...is it time?

I realized something very important tonight as I stood in my doorway. The light had just been flicked off, and sharp pinpricks of light came through my window from the outside, barely illuminating my room. Teetering, one foot balanced on two square inches of polished wood, my free toes ranged the area, searching. Groping in the dark. My toes met nothing but hard corners and soft folds, paper wrappings and wooden edges. No more polished wood to step on, nothing that would allow me to progress toward my bed.


Cleaning one's room is important to its functionality. It is definitely time to clean my room.