My Room

My Room

Whenever I feel overwhelmed or worn out, I go to my room. If I need a break or

just some time to myself, you can find me there too. It is not like any other room in the

house. It is where I feel most safe and comfortable. Where I can always be myself . It is

a room that belongs to me.

It may look like all the other rooms in the house but, my room is above them all. It

is just perfect for me. It is a small place, about 12 feet by 18 feet, with a desk, a dresser, a

closet, and of course, a bed. There is always a light scent of vanilla from a candle that I

burn sometimes when I want to relax. The walls are painted a very pale blue with a subtle

pattern in dark blue. In the middle of the room lies my aesthetic Persian rug. Its pale

colors matching the walls.

My bed is placed against the wall right beside my window. Next to the bed is the

framed picture of my favorite movie, The Godfather. Underneath it there are tiny black

pen marks made by my little brother. The queen size bed is my favorite part of the room.

My pink blanket and matching ...