Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes.

As I sit down to write, I see illuminating stripes cast across my figure, its reflection visible in the glass of my monitor. It is a sight I've never experienced before, as I have never written from an angle that would give the sun a chance to shine on me in the most literal sense. Glancing to the right, I see glorious green, yellow and red leaves covered in sunlight, engaged in a slow dance guided by a calm wind. One of the many CNAs who helps out during a given week here at JARC has taken my black clothes basket, and with any luck I'll have freshly washed and dried clothes before the end of the night. She could not believe that there were so many clothes in the basket after only a few days, but I did in fact fold, hang up and put away all of the contents of the previous load that had been accounted for earlier this week. (She makes sure to remind me to do so and checks after a while to ensure it was, in fact, completed.) I have made a habit of wearing fresh pants, shirts, socks and underwear during a given day of work, which is pretty much what you're supposed to do anyway; anything less would be severely unsanitary, and when you're someone who works in a kitchen that's absolutely unacceptable. Naturally, this increases the load to a greater degree than it would otherwise be if I were simply sitting in the auditorium all day. I was fortunate enough to have a lot of clothes to bring with me to JARC, and tried to ensure that as many as possible made the trip. Glancing leftward I see my Samsung TV sitting on the same dresser that less than twenty-four hours earlier had played host to my computer setup in its totality. On the bottom-right-hand corner is an Xfinity box currently tuned in to WPBT (the South Florida-based PBS affiliate on channel 2) along with five different remotes, only two of which will see daily use. Xfinity comes in through one of the three HDMI ports built into the TV. Another port is occupied by the Fire Stick, which is now connected to Joshua House WiFi. The third port remains unused, but may soon play host to a PlayStation if something I was recently told turns out to be true. I couldn't tell you which generation, though my fingers are crossed that it turns out to be a PS2. It should not be too hard to find component cables for it at a decent price, and if I'm exceptionally lucky they will already be included with the bundle. The two small dressers have been chained together; interestingly enough, I seem to have gained a bit more horizontal space. It's the equivalent of going from 320x224 to 384x224 resolution...not a significant gain, but noticeable in the areas where it matters most. Today's edition of BBC World News is serving as background noise during the writing process. Under normal circumstances I would turn it off, but it is providing suitable fuel for the creative process. PBS, even when it is absorbed in passing, still reigns supreme over all of the 'junk food' being served up by the mainstream, corporate networks. The drawers of my old dresser, the one on which my Samsung now sits, have been cleaned out, their contents moved to a couple different drawers; in my current configuration, I have actually gained one additional drawer, as each of the small dressers has two drawers apiece. It is fascinating to be so close to the windows that had once been at quite a distance from where my computer was. I have a much clearer view of the abstract shapes and patterns formed by past rains. I can see all of the tiny squares that factor into the screens protecting each window. It is humbling to realize that if you were to count every single square individually, it would still only be a fraction of the size of the population of the United States let alone the whole population of the world. I am only one square out of many, and it leads me to wonder: just as every person walking the planet has their own stories to tell, what stories are found in those squares? What have they experienced since they first came off the assembly line from the plant where they were manufactured? Were they handed down from use in a prior location, or is the Joshua House the first and likely last place where they will ever be used? And how long will they hold up before needing to be repaired, or completely replaced? Only time will tell, but for now I can look to the right and see these squares anytime. The same old water-damaged photograph of me standing next to my mother after winning that mathematics achievement certificate still rests near my bed, but this time it rests not on a dresser but on a marble countertop just below the windows. It bears even more of a resemblance to the 1988-93 Lorimar Television logo than the limestone tile floors in the adjacent hallway do. Listening to the jingle again, the synth is a bit more pronounced than I had remembered, but satisfying and highly relaxing. The two lamps that had been sitting atop the small dressers have now been moved to a place atop the big one. Neither lamp is plugged in, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. The ceiling and closet lights, along with the natural luminescence of the sun, are perfectly suitable for my needs. A friend of mine who I had known at Deer Pointe for quite some time called me a half-hour ago. She told me she'd call me back; in the meantime I've taken a brief nap and can tell my body really needed one. The sun seems to have reached a peak of brightness, the peak that comes just before the sunset. A rectangular vertical strip is clearly visible on my CRT monitor, though I expect it will die down soon. It has been exciting to see how much there is to do at JARC. Having the chance to make a little money is something to be grateful for, though in all truth the most worthwhile aspect of working in the kitchen is imagining the happiness that these meals will bring to their recipients. Not everyone in this world gets to eat on a consistent basis, and indeed there are many who go without food, or only get a minimal amount per day. No matter what role I'm playing--whether it is sweeping floors, placing labels, packing containers, or washing dishes--just knowing I'm part of a group ensuring that hundreds of people will not go hungry is a tremendous honor. Working in any kitchen, no matter what the pay is, is something no one should take lightly. It looks like I'll take part in fitness sessions every Monday and Thursday for the foreseeable future...apparently, certain individuals were quite impressed with my energy. They want me to play a bigger role during the workouts, and possibly become an instructor. Big responsibilities but I'll try!