Computer Room

I am sitting in a computer room with the outside blocked from my view. The windows have curtains and the door is on the other side of the room. The only things I can write about here are the four white boards with little erasable ink covering them, how the lights hang from a little pole connected to the ceiling on each end, even though the lights are about two yards long. The exit sign glows lime green instead of the normal red, and the simple looking clock is the only thing hanging on the wall other than the white boards. I could also write about how the computers look brand new and their key boards clean and white, they are without smudged letters from use, and none of their letter keys tinted brown with finger oil. The mouse is white and glossy like it was polished this morning with and inedible substance, and the only color not including black, white, and grey are on our cloths. This world is different than the one right out the door, and to tell you the truth I like the other one more, this one is to bland.