The T.V. Is on. “Glee” is running and they are singing “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey. I can hear my mom cooking something that is making a steaming sound. I see my dad on the laptop doing work or watching a movie in the living room.

I finally get to my room. There are books lying everywhere; starting from TX history to science. My dirty clothes up on top of the left side of my dresser. The blanket is in a huge hump and going off the bed as if someone had ransacked it.

I feel the humpy paint of the wall on my hand as I go down the stairs. There are black marks on the wall around it are from when furniture had scratched the wall. They are there also because sometimes when I am carrying something downstairs.