In My Room

This exercise asks you to describe your childhood room. To fulfill the requirements of the assignment, I'm going to skip my childhood room and instead describe my teenage room.

I had a plain blue cover on my bed. It had blue ink stains on it from when I used to write in bed and I had a pen explode. That was something about my bedroom when I was a teenager. I could reach out in an direction and pick up a pen (between my mattress and my box spring, on the bedside table, in my bedside table, on the floor, in my hair). I had the most humongous dresser that was stained dark brown. It had interesting carving on it. Actually it was missing a drawer, but somehow that didn't diminish its beauty. I also had a green armchair to throw clothes on. I still have it in my basement. It has been my husband's favourite chair.

Next, I'll describe the walls. I had pictures I had drawn myself, poems I had written and illustrated, posters of art that I found beautiful. I also had two long columns of shelves that were inlaid in my closet and I had put tiny pictures for each shelf like each one was its own little world.

I think my favourite thing was the pen thing. I loved that.

What's my favourite thing about my room right now? Parts of it are so much like the room of my dreams. I really love my headboard. It's black iron swirls and flowers. And I have a black and white picture of my husband next to my side of the bed in a silver frame that makes him look like he was a movie star in the forties. My husband is cute.

But I could definitely stand to do a thing or two to make this place more like my home - like get the rest of my pictures up. I should make that a goal for the summer.