As I sit bundled up in a warm, brown,
comfy hoodie and a big, pink blanket, I say to
myself, “Where is my favourite place to be?” Well, that’s easy, it’s here in my room.
My room is the one place I can be me. I can be perfectly content by myself in this room,
or happily laying watching TV with my boyfriend. When sitting on my pink, candy cane,
stripped bed with my lime green, fluffy to the touch blanket and hot pink and black
pillows, I look around my room and I notice that all my walls are different yet they all tie
perfectly together.
On the wall at the end of my bed I have a bookcase built into my creamy, dreamy,
white walls. On my bookcase I have an array of girly things. My stack of magazines
looking like a tall, tall tower full of gossip, tricks, and tips. My assortment of candy
coloured nail polishes lined up so neatly like little soldiers ready for battle. Pinks,
purples, blues, oranges, the list could go on forever. And the many perfumes, facial
masks, moisturizers and DVDs are too many to count. On my top shelf is where I place
my photos, one of which is my favourite. The one of myself and my boyfriend.
Everytime I glance over at it, it makes me smile. That same smile I had on my face the
day I met him. On the same wall beside my bookcase is a large, rectangular
shaped window with modern, light pink, bamboo looking blinds. Twirled around the top
of my window are the stuffed, fake, fabric flowers that my family gave me every time I
had a dance recital. Thier sewn on happy faces smiling down on me like little guardian
angels. Below my window is my dresser. It’ s a light brown colour. Almost the same
colour as warm, golden, brown bread thats just come out of the oven. On top of my over
baked dresser is my shiny, silver TV and my cool, hip lamp. My lamp is orange fabric
with pink hanging circles all around it.
Looking to my left the wall is mainly covered by a large, grand, floor length mirror.
When I do my makeup in the morning, my mirror is crispy, cold, and refreshing to the
touch as I wipe the smudges of mascara off of it. Above my mirror is a picture of the
Ottawa buildings and landscapes. Beside that is my black and white clock. I hear it tick,
tock, tick, tock everyday and every night. Below my tick, tock clock is a wooden
decoration. It has three coloured chinese symbols on it. Faith comes first in a rustic,
gold. Next is love with a warm, rosy pink, and last is family in a rich, royal blue. I love
this wall the most because I can see who I am, where I came from, and who, and what I
care most about.
Behind me is my third wall. It’s the wall with the important things, by door, and my
bed. I have a side table that my mum and I painted a lilac, and crisp white. It reminds
me of how the flowers look right when the snow starts to melt at the beginning of spring.
On top of my side table, I have a sleek, silver, and clear lamp with a deep, black, round
lamp shade. Next to my side table in my luxurious, comforting, come lay in me bed! My
blanket has lots of different shades of pink stripes on it. At the end of my bed is a
tropical, lime green coloured, bunny soft throw blanket. Behind my head are three of the
most squishy, soft pillows I could ask for. I have two pink ones and one black. Above
my head I have two black and white, framed photos of lilies.
On my last wall, the wall to my right I have nothing on it but my cork board. Filled with
a thousand and one memories covering every inch of cork. My dance photos, painted
pictures, certificates, tickets, photos of me, my friends, family, and Dave. Looking
like someone has taken my brain and thrown it in a blender and then strung it up all over
my wall. I love that cork board, it contains bits and pieces of my entire life.
Every part of this room is what makes up me. My imagination, sanity, love, hope, and
personality is contained in this room. A bedroom can really tell a lot about a person.
What they like and feel can be found in the colour of their sheets to what’s on
their shelves. You’ll never find two bedrooms alike just like you’ll never find two people
exactly alike. That’s what I love about my bedroom. I know no one had the same one as
me.
