My Room Essay

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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…show more content…
Every morning, before I get up, I look outside the window to see what sort of day it will be. Although beds are generally for sleeping on, it has many other uses too. I always do my reading lying across the bed. Sometimes I lie down on it and do absolutely nothing, except day dream, sometimes for hours. My bed is the first thing my family and friends assemble on when they visit my room. It is the place where we 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 with possessions I have kept over the years. I always enjoy going through them. Usually, I find really old toys I used to play with when I was younger. Sometimes, when I am lucky, I even find some money. My mother always scolds me about my messy drawers. She says it should have been cleaned up long ago, but I could never bring myself to do it. Going through my drawers would not be the same if they were clean and organized. Across my desk, is my dresser. It too is gray and made out of the same maple the desk is. Attached to it is a big round mirror. All around the mirror are pictures. Pictures, old and new, of friends, family, and places I have visited. I just love looking through each of the pictures and remembering good times. It has become a piece of

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