Hey Caitlin, could you pass the remote?

An ode to many nights of bunk-bed bedtime tv-time with my college roommate. This drawing posed a new challenge for me; I'm not used to depicting scenes that I've actually lived in. I can see it in my mind exactly as it was, the problem is that "as it was" was not very compositionally/tonally lovely. So the puzzle here was to figure out how to keep the colors and layout true enough to reality that it felt to me like an accurate rendition, but leave enough wiggle room so as not to create a super ugly picture. I erred more on the reality side than perhaps was good for the standalone artistic integrity of the final product, but I am pretty happy with how much it does look like how things actually were.