It's almost time for bed. I can the feel now the fatigue of my eyes creeping over me with each hesitant blink. The fluorescent light from the small desk lamp casts drooping shadows that splay out across the lonely room making it seem somewhat sombre and a little unreal.
The new computer desk stands tall in its newfound residence, looking ominously upon the other inanimate inhabitants of the room, almost as if it has something to prove. Standing there unmoving, unfeeling, it finds its place in the world, in existence. Chipboard with a fake wood finish, yet beautiful, divine perfection in all that it is.