My humble "SENSATIONS" for the night:
TASTE: The salty tang of plain potato chips makes a play on my tongue, invoking memories of beer and late-night conversations in little out-of-the-way places.
SMELL: The heady fragrance of rose-and-jasmine scented lotion assails my nostrils (I had just had a massage), mercifully driving away the pungent stench of hot, humid air too long trapped in this box-shaped room.
SOUND: Seemingly endless bursts of rapid gunfire invade my thoughts, and loud explosions tear my eyes away from my computer screen. The sounds of the television beckon as I strive to hear the weak tappings on my keyboard. (I love the sound of tapping keys, but my keyboard doesn't give me that satisfaction.)
TOUCH: What I had gathered to be smooth, upon careful consideration, actually feels like lots of teeny-tiny pebbles all packed tightly together, giving the sensation of smoothness without exactly being so. (I'm still talking about my keyboard.)