My universe of a room

I have been sharing a room with my elder sister since the time I can remember and much of the arrangement has always been decided by her. I have never really cared to improve the ambiance, I should admit. Two large wardrobes tower over everything else in the room and while one is neatly arranged, the other is the superlative of  'messy'. Those who know me would know, without a doubt, that I am the proud owner of the latter - symbolic to my hopelessly  disorganized state. A large bed takes up the center of the room; always a thousand times more inviting during examinations. This embracing piece of wood has seen me in my most peaceful and sorrowful times - nights when I have fallen asleep with a smile stuck on my face and other nights when I prayed for dawn to hurry.
 A shoe rack with an even distribution of girlish stilettos and converse shoes takes up a tiny space - a split personality of sorts - kind of what I feel within, at times. Golden coloured curtains hang from the windows, protecting our little space from the naked view of the outside world. During the day, they are open wide to let in the sun and the breeze but when the sun sets, this thin piece of cloth - so vulnerable looking, is all that stands between us and the darkness outside. So far, they haven't let us down.
The most interesting corner of my bedroom is the book rack where, besides the books of course, hang earrings of all shapes, colours and sizes - our proud collection over the years of being girls and indulging in all things girly. Little girls want to grow up sooner when they peak at this, girls our age eye them enviously and the older ones give a reminiscent smile. As much as I like being all dude-like most times, I admit that this rather exotic collection does me proud whenever I look at it, reminding me of everything that I've been through in life - the people I've come to know, places I've been to, mad emotions I've experienced and the variety of life that I've learnt to appreciate.