Figurines line the shelves.
Posters cover the walls.
Unfinished cosplays are strewn on the floor,
and plushies lie on the bed.
I’m surrounded by all of these things,
and can feel nothing at all but comfort.
My phone is beside me, my playlist is on,
uninterrupted, because who would want to text this late at night?
Even if they did, I wouldn’t hear. Too many full combos have been ruined and too many boss raids interrupted for me to have the ringer on.
I’m in recluse mode, lying on the floor, no less,
with a volume of my newest obsession open, and every other issue stacked beside me.
This is the safest space for me to be.
This is the place where everything seems right.
Even just thinking about it makes me smile.
I want to go back to that place as soon as possible.
But nope, I still have school.
I’m not an absolute NEET, after all!
I’m just a complete and utter