Sandy Sandy goes away, never come another day

Midnight, sitting alone in front of the monitor. The room is a bit messy, with papers scattered on the table and the floor, and some clothes randomly lying on the bed. The lamps make the room seem warm and cozy. I am chastising myself for not having a clean and well organized room all the time, since that is what is expected out of a woman, on the other hand, felt comforted by the thoughts that it is okay the room is messy right now since no one else sees it. Having been thought about how the people who live in the east coast is doing tonight since hurricane Sandy is terrorizing several states there, water has inundated new york subway,  many people have to go to bed without electricity.