Week 8, #2

My dad sits at his desk in his green computer chair. I am sitting in the comfy brown chair in the corner with my feet on the stool. The sound of my dad typing is louder than mine. He has a regular keyboard not a laptop one. Laptops seem to be quieter. The room it lit oddly. This room is the only room I dislike the lighting. Three desk lamps light up the room from two sides. I think it needs something else to balance it. I look into the dark piano room, then outside. Just barley I can see someone next door eating dinner, I think. Or maybe just sitting at a table. I can hear my more walk threw the house. I adjust my flip-flop sandal and IM Tom. He seemed frustrated.