Above
my head hangs a beautiful branch chandelier.
The long branches hang quite low and sway to any movement felt within 10
feet. There are twinkling lights hung
sporadically from random branches.
Dishes
around sprawled around the sink which smells of a pungent cleanser used only a
few hours ago. Oatmeal sticks tightly to
the rim of a colorful bowl.
In
the middle of our table sits a lopsided lamp that must have been purchased at a
antique store. The shade specifically
tilts to the left.
Pieces
of popcorn are arranged in a very random fashion on the coffee table which
signals that a movie must have been watched in the commons earlier. There are also several editions of “People”
magazine.
In
the corner are pieces of luggage left from Move-In Day back in August. There are also miss-matched boxes that are
filled with Chi Alpha memorabilia dating back to the late ‘90’s.
On
the central wall in the commons hangs a crinkled map that shows the expanse of
The United States. It must have been
folded tightly because the lines show clearly as it seeks to separate itself
from the cinder-block, white-washed walls.
There
is a rug beside the long couch which has a cream, maroon design that is quite
feminine in its design.
A
yellow mug contains a two day supply of tea that must have been forgotten
amidst the business of a college student day.
Next
to the yellow mug sits a box of “Grape-Nuts” with the top wide open—asking for
someone to eat it.
The
lighting of the commons signs fiercely down on its inhabitants like it is
desirous to turn our eyes red from the florescent streaks shining from it.
Smelly
socks lay together directly beside a computer charger in relaxed manner.
Multiple
laptop computers are jumbled in a mass on the table with chords all tangled
together making one big chord.
The
table cloth is blue with yellow flowers found in the far-away country of China
that was retrieved by a fellow hall-mate while studying abroad.
A
garland of notes cards hang from rope.
Each card has a note that recounts a blessing the Lord has bestowed upon
that person. The notes were written by
widows down in the Chattanooga area.
A
brown bag overflows with colorful, textured yarn next to an ordinary college
chair that matches the other furniture perfectly.
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