The door open 
Piles of clothes spill over
Underneath it all are my climbing shoes
One item overlooked: my spare deoderant
Dim sparkle of christmas lights
Computer by my knee
Indents the soft duvet I bought to be happy
Wrapped around me, it does its duty
Read me, Read me
Black infamous 3-ringed ocean
Urging to be charted
Online homework waiting
Do it
Not yet
Tomorrow
Now!
No

I see the map peeping through my open closet door
It feels so good to run pen on paper.