Piles of paper and assorted folders/notebooks/binders assorted according to my whim with random ideas, writings and quotes strewn throughout.
Casual clothes that you can run around in or just relax.
Messy hair that doesn’t need high maintenence. Just wash and go.
No makeup, except lipbalm.
Books piled around in various stages of being read.
A hugely messy computer desk that gets straightened once in a blue moon, only to instantly accumulate a new mess.
Unmade bed.
Plants in various stages of life and death.
Can sleep almost anywhere in the oddest positions, much like a cat. Same with finding the warm spots and staying there. Especially when sharing a bed with someone else. I always end up snuggled close to absorb body heat.