My study room (a story)

Yesterday, I was having a zoom call with a friend and he asked me about the room I was in. "Is it your bedroom?", he asked. I supposed he noticed how small the room was and became curious about it. I reply that it wasn't, that it was only my study room. "I thought so. It's too small, but, you know, there are these Japanese little houses...One never knows...". I laughed and, opening my arm towards the door, showed him how near it really was. "Can you try to touch every wall with one of your limbs? I mean, open your feet in one direction, your arms in another and do your best to make them reach the walls", he continued. I knew he was kidding, but after we ended the call I tried it and I could do it. At least I can stretch my limbs, others aren't so fortunate, I thought. While I was pondering this, my tensed right arm slightly touched the chamber pot I had in my little table right next to my Calculus textbook. The content of the one-second-before-filled chamber was poured all over the place, soaking into the ragged pillows and blankets I had in the floor for sleeping.