Which little part of this world can you call your own? Where in this world can you best relate to? And which enclosure tells best about your personality and style? After a stressful day of listening to my design professor talking about a hundred different kinds of pencils, I like to lose myself in my own private hideaway. My bedroom is more often than not, the last thing I see before I retire for the night and the first thing I catch sight of when I awaken. It’s not much different from the typical barely legal, but the little things that one often overlooks is what makes its special.
The most irritating forces of energy awaken my sleepy head- Light and sound. Angie Martine's distorted voice blares through my trusting boom box alarm as she starts the ‘Super Morning’ show on 'Hot 97'. As I turn lazily to pound the snooze button, I’m hit by the penetrating rays of the warm sun which peeks through the little holes my kid brother made in my curtain. I have grown so used to those holes that I can in fact tell what time it is by looking at the positions of the rays of light on my floor.
I find that convenient because it usually takes close to another minute to make out the exact positions of the hands on my wall clock which blends in very well with my beige looking wall. I stretch my heavy arms and legs, nearly falling off the side of my little single bed. As I crawl out of my huge comforter which was actually made for a queen size bed, my feet search for the most comfortable indoor slippers made; My Tazmanian devil slippers sits right next to my tall dressing mirror waiting patiently to be slipped into.
I am practically out of bed now and as I walk over to the mirror, my light brown carpet welcomes me to the day with a warm and ticklish feeling on my feet. Before I go any further with the day I turn and look at my bed again, I see the sheets and the comforter in desperate need of straightening. It’s sometimes hard to tell whether...