My Room Whenever I feel overwhelmed or worn out, I go to my room. If I need a break orjust some time to myself, you can find me there too. It is not like any other room in thehouse. It is where I feel most safe and comfortable. Where I can always be myself . It isa room that belongs to me. It may look like all the other rooms in the house but, my room is above them all. Itis just perfect for me. It is a small place, about 12 feet by 18 feet, with a desk, a dresser, acloset, and of course, a bed. There is always a light scent of vanilla from a candle that Iburn sometimes when I want to relax. The walls are painted a very pale blue with a subtlepattern in dark blue. In the middle of the room lies my aesthetic Persian rug. Its palecolors matching the walls. My bed is placed against the wall right beside my window. Next to the bed is theframed picture of my favorite movie, The Godfather. Underneath it there are tiny blackpen marks made by my little brother. The queen size bed is my favorite part of the room. My pink blanket and matching pillow always smell like they have just gotten out of thewash. Every night, I fall asleep to the smell of my blanket covering me and my favoritestuffed puppy beside me. Every morning, before I get up, I look outside the window tosee what sort of day it will be. Although beds are generally for sleeping on, it has manyother uses too. I always do my reading lying across the bed. Sometimes I lie down on itand do absolutely nothing, except day dream, sometimes for hours. My bed is the firstthing my family and friends assemble on when they visit my room. It is the place wherewe chat and engage in conversation.Right next to my bed is my desk It is made of a beautiful type of maple. It is gray,my favorite color, and contains three big drawers. The drawers are completely filled withpossessions I have kept over the years. I always en...
