My Bedroom

            My bedroom was always the most relaxing place in the house.  It was somewhere I could go to be alone.  The peaceful blue-gray walls and the one beam of light coming in from the window added to the effect.  The primary purpose of bedrooms is for sleep, and I made sure to keep to the tradition.  There was my bed that was too small, but I liked it anyways.  It had a huge comforter that I could use year round because I kept the room cool.  This was partly accidental because as I turned on the ceiling fan one day, the chain broke.  It has now been on for at least four years.  Sometimes I would just come in from school or work and lie down on the soft carpet under the fan.  With the door closed it is always silent except for the white noise of moving air.  One day I managed to get the best chair in the house and put it in the corner of my room.  It was one of those extremely old and beaten down chairs, starting to form holes in the fabric of the arms.  When I was really young I slept in it sometimes, because it was awesome to recline in.  The recliner is sort of broken, and it won’t fold back up unless it is fully extended first.  There are only two pieces of furniture in the room.  One is an old wooden bookshelf with stuff I never use, but there is always clean clothes piled on top of it.  The other is a wooden nightstand with all my important things in it.  The reason for the lack of furniture is that there are two bifold door closets.  One is for clothes and the other was transformed into some sort of desk area.  I never really ended up doing work at it though; it just became a giant shelf.  My room will always be a place of sanctuary and rest for me.