In my Room

It's not perfect, but this is one of my earlier writing assignments. Obviously it was meant to be descriptive and I am pretty certain we were to think back on something from our youth. I chose my bedroom that held a lot of memories. Re-reading what I wrote now, I am actually kinds surprised at how much detail I remember from my room where I grew up. It's been many years. I must have really dug deep into myself to pull some of this out. Enjoy!

In My Room

I open my eyes to the sound of birds chirping. The sunshine filled room has pink walls lined with posters. I sit up in my bed and push a fuzzy pink blanket off my legs. I scan the jumbled up clothes hanging inside a shiny wood closet in front of me. Stuffed underneath the clothes are brown boxes filled with toys.

     To the right, on a closed pink and white door is a humorous poster of Kermit and Miss Piggy. The floor is covered in swirled green linoleum. I notice a corner of the floor is missing behind the door. There’s just a big black spot there. 

 

I turn my head toward the desk that is made up of an old door and two small blue dressers. There is a stack of books covered in brown paper sitting next to a plain three ring binder stuffed full of paper. A rusty coffee can sits near the middle filled with pens and pencils. A drawer on the left side of the desk is ajar and papers are sticking out. An old kitchen chair is partially pushed under the opening between the two dressers. 

     On my left is a metal set of shelves which house numerous books and stacks of paper. Next to the shelves, near the floor and on the wall, is a rectangular shaped metal plate with small slits. Next to that, a white dresser sits underneath a rectangular mirror. The drawer pulls are black and shaped like horse heads. 

I sit cross legged on the bed when a slinky orange and white cat rises from the foot of the bed and arches her back. She walks over and sits on my lap. A warm breeze drifts through the open window blowing my hair to the side. I take a deep breath in and smell the lilacs. Just as I enjoy the peaceful silence a thunderous sound of an on-coming train fills the room. The ringing bells and blows of the whistle startle the cat. She leaps off my lap and rushes beneath the bed.  

The train passes and my attention turns to the sound of a squeaky door knob. Still in her nightgown, my fair haired sister opens the door and climbs on top my bed. She lies down and cuddles my pink fuzzy blanket. I swing my legs around the side of the bed and plant my bare feet on the smooth green floor. I lift my arms up over my head, squeeze my eyes shut and yawn loudly. I look at my sister cuddled up on the bed and lean backward and lay down with my legs over the side of the bed. The slinky cat comes out from underneath the bed and climbs atop my belly and lies down. We’re in no hurry this morning, for it’s a day of rest.