I locked the door and I?m now free, to do as I please. My friends have been waiting for me.
With a fast flicker of a flame, my room is lit with a dim light on my walls. The red cinnamon- apple scent candle burns with a grace of a God. Standing out like earth in the emptiness of space.
I my room I am the queen and the keeper. Then my black 17? television wakes me up so I can push the buttons. The television is a restless sleeper.
My good friends of Z93 have been waiting for my in my black and blue speakers. Ready to play the rhythmically beat that plays through the sound waves of the air.
My friends on my bookshelf, Robin and Sarah, They never say a word to me because they are too busy slaying and traveling through time.
My cozy full size bed is the place where dreams travel through my mind. Fairies, giants, and mystical creatures that fill the mind of a little poor traveler who only wishes for delightful dreams. But then the warmth of the dark blue electric blanket puts the feeling of being in front of a brick fire place on a cold winter day, with the smells of fire burning the freshly chopped logs.
Tiggers fill my room as the character that I chose to have. His orange and blackness is like having Tiggers floating all around me. It?s like having the Hundred acres woods in my own bedroom, my own thoughts.
Just looking back on my room I realize everything in it describes me. Showing my feelings, my thoughts, and my personal outcome. Showing every detail about myself and how I feel from day in to day out.