I'm a sensitive gal. Sensitive to light, that is. I don't do well in "properly lit" rooms for long stretches. Over bright and too white? I'm out of there. Lighting in my home is best described as "soft" or "moody." During the day, the shades are raised to dog-height. At night, it's bright enough to see the dog before I trip over him, but no so bright that one could see the cracks in my plaster ceilings.
All that is to say, I do my best writing in the dark (and often after dark, but that's a different post).
Yes, my writing chair is a twenty-year-old futon. When the dog was younger, he used to sit beside me. Now he only does it when it storms. (That's his pillow at the end there.)
What's my view from the futon? Motivations: my bookcases (aspirations), my Master's degree (determination), and a painting from the 1890s done by my great-grandmother (legacy). It's an unchanging view because I'm easily distracted. It's an unchanging view because my goals haven't changed.