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My study room (a story)

basiliomagno 0 · Oct. 13

Target Language - English

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.


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JoeP 0 Oct. 13, 2021
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 replyied 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 mean, open your feetlegs 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.

The content of the one-second-before-filled chamber was poured all over the place, soaking into the ragged pillows and blankets I had ion the floor for sleeping.