Alone in a quiet room. What do you see?

I'm alone, in my living room, sitting on the most hideous and uncomfortable couch on planet earth. Directly in front of me a is an all-in-one coffee table/ dining room table/ book shelf / hassock (on occasion). Behind that is a dusty entertainment center, where the oversized plasma tv displays me drinking my steaming second cup of coffee. Or maybe its my third, you can never be too sure. 
A modest collection of succulents are sitting on a utility shelf, in front of my window, behind the neglected electronics. My schlumbergera, commonly referred to as the Christmas Cactus, has bloomed four or five pink little flowers. This indoor jungle began more than a year ago, when we first got a place here in Oakland. It all started with two baby spider plants, which now sit on the top rung of the shelving unit. Their leaves are easily two feet long and they drape down like strips of fabric would. 
The best part of the view is all of the life on display, either in front of or beyond my window. The plants help to gussy up my view of the NASCAR track of our fair state, a.k.a the freeway. The green exit signs and the green trees also aid in this effort. I'm still terrified to drive on the I-580 death trap; but it reminds me that the world outside is unfamiliar territory. Which is why moved so far from home, for all of the exciting and sometimes scary, new experiences.