I hear the fan's squeaky rotation, a dog crying for his mistress, laughter from my neighbor's front porch, and the occasional car passing by.
I see inspirational quotes above my computer screen in a half-darkened room.
I feel smooth keys depress beneath my fingers and the edge of my desk cutting into my palms.
I smell pizza and long for a bite.
I taste minty fresh residue left from my nightly teeth brushing ritual.
What are you sensing at this very moment?