Suspensive Sentence

4:43am and the glow of Facebook meekly rested on her frazzled stare which made her look like an anime cartoon and gave her all the personality and voice without a word needing to be spoken, while meds that needed to be taken laid at her waist and the warmth of her laptop crept through the gift of a hand-sewn quilt which did justice to only her fair thighs; if someone walked in 2F3 there could be a mistaken illusion of warmth filtering throughout Jade's "crack-den" of a suite
exploded with: clothing, toiletries scattered under a mirror that laid semi-diagonally against the face of collages on the wall that reminded her of past endeavors and current friends, florescent dorm room lights which were never used but when it was, was covered by a green pashmina so the ugly glow would never surface, plastic orange pumpkin Halloween lights with creepy carved faces that streamed the frame of her bed paralleled with a stream of white Christmas lights across her windowsill which were catered by handcrafted flowers made of recycled egg carton boxes, while the latter to her bed was unseen because the ground was cocooned in clothing - yet it was still visible that her floor was marked up with an assortment of markers - little notes from her friends that rose up to a refrigerator housed with hummus, Baileys and some left over vanilla pudding - but all she could do is stare at her guitar which she rarely used but when she did the Sirens song could reel you in at instant and still she sat there, anxious, bored, cold and heady, her thoughts were the only company she desired; so she slowly grabbed her meds, snipped them in quickly and with a heavy"uuuugggggggghhhhhhh" and then a quick smile that held all the secrets in the world, she began to type.