Mr. Messy

There is a space of a metre and a half from the door of my room to my bed. In order to make it this distance one must conquer several obstacles in a daring climb that occasionally requires individuals to be accompanied by a sherpa.

On my floor, scattered carelessly in no particular order are the following items:

• Five books, to be dropped off at the book exchange at the only good coffee shop open after 10 p.m.

• Two books which were taken from the book exchange.

• Various articles of clothing, predominantly socks and tops.

• A library book about photography.

• A damaged pair of polka dot ballet flats that are a half size too big for my feet.

• Two purses, one large, one small.

• Two backpacks.

• A file folder.

• An empty Nutella jar.

• A pile of CDs by bands I do not like.

• Hangers that are on vacation from their regular duties in my closet.

• Two magazines.

• Watchmen prequel promotional material.

• An almost full travel sized bottle of shampoo.

• Cheap polka dot flip flops.