Snapshot

Here I am, sitting at the dining room table of a one bedroom apartment. My mother is sleeping on the couch about 7 ft. to the left of me, while my dog slumbers away underneath my chair.

The only sound: the refrigerator hum.
The only light source: a single ceiling lamp hanging above my head.
Temperature: 75 degrees
Books in my backpack: Franny and Zooey, The Blind Watchmaker
Signs of life: mom, dog
Deceptive signs of life: two potted plants, which upon closer inspection reveal themselves to be fake.

Random thoughts that have gone through my head in the past ten minutes: Proprioception, self-defense mechanisms, to-do lists, Led Zeppelin, Law and Order, blogging, globalization.