Marshmallows, Messy-buns, and Multicolored pens

So this was a rhetorical analysis so things were a little different. First I spread myself out around my floor. I laid on my stomach with a semi circle of papers around me and my laptop seriously equipped to answer my million questions.  I had one pen in my hand, my favorite pen.  The one that switches colors with a click from majestic purple to lime green to fluorescent pink to pure turquoise, each color paired with a block of my paper for example lime green for diction. I always write in a cardigan, preferably the worn out grey flowy one, with my hair loosely pulled back in a messy side bun.  I sit at the dining room table because it’s the only place that has enough room for me to lie out. I’m surrounded by my new best friends, my article that looks like a bright colorful beautiful disaster, extra 5 star college ruled notebook paper, and yellow sheet of literary terms, supplemented by my laptop that has a billion rhetorical analysis tabs open. It must be dead silent. Don’t even bother talking to me when I’m in the writing mood, I will probably respond but it will be blunt and cold and not helpful. I always have to have a few munchies something sweet and something salty, and something yummy and warm; hot chocolate with extra Hersey Syrup and 4 mini marshmallows usually does the trick. This sets my mood for my long writing sessions, it makes me happy, and it makes me want to write. Sure I can write absent this system, but it has to be comfy. Currently, I am in an Iowa hotel lobby waiting for people to win their debates while slouching in a scarlet overly cushioned chair with my feet propped up by someone suitcase covered by a cheetah tie blanket. It still works, i'm still happy, i'm still writing.