IN MY ROOM

There is much to absorb upon first glance, and it may not seem as welcoming as it is to me. But at any point during each twenty-four hour day I can comfortably enjoy the time spent in my room.  My room is just like those girls’ who despises pink and loves to control the arrangements with tinges of blue. My locker, bed sheets and table cloth are blue and it may take an effort to an eye to catch the true color of the wall.

The window in my room faces the traffic and it is not a sight that I would draw my attention to. Instead, I love my table so much. It holds almost everything I have, lost, found and love. It has a small space to keep all my books in, and a foot space. I can keep no matter which on my table without worrying of it being vanished. If anyone lost things at home, they would walk towards my table only to find their assumption right. Also, the table has a pen stand and a mini dustbin to pamper my laziness.

Other than being a source of dump, the table takes me to a lot of places . I feel nostalgic as I remember my sister and me playing board games. She would cheat me completely just to see me run and cling onto my mother in tears which gave her so much of enjoyment. The table always jogs my memories to grandma from where it had come.

Next to the table, there are chests of drawers, in which I dump my things, when I’m asked to clear my table.

My room is quite small and cozy but the presence of the table and drawers makes it look bigger. I love my room and would prefer to sleep nowhere else .