Been writing a bit

It was midnight, I knew this because I saw a clock in the corner of my eye, slowly ticking, second by second, and then it hit the 12. The twelve didn’t look like a normal twelve, it was almost as if the twelve had been flipped into 21, and back again, then turned upside down, and rotated through space leaving something like a mix between roman numerals and standard notation.

The moon was out, I could see slivers of the light through the panels in the curtains, as they would move because of the vents underneath, the moon would come into view, allowing me for a brief second to see something I knew.

I walked around the room, it was only lit by the slivers of light from the moon, and a small lamp in the corner. It was the size of a teapot, and shaped like a balloon. It was green or some shade of it at least. I couldn’t tell if it was or not because I couldn’t see very well as it was. The room was circular, which didn’t make very much sense. You can’t escape a circle, it’s endless, always repeating itself. Why couldn’t it be a square, or a rectangle? You can open those just as you do a door. A circle scared me.

This is a small piece from a story I've been working on. I've just been trying to really capture a world, I don't know if this shows that but I hope it piques your interest.