They always call me a hermit, am I? If I'm comfortable in this
space between four walls that I call my bedroom. This room isn't too big but
not too small, I guess I could say it's just right for a teenager like me. I
would tell you the colour of my walls but honestly I've forgotten. Each wall is
plastered with posters of my favourite things from: musicians to actors, movies
to anime, and sometimes even You-tubers. It's always quiet in here, I can hear
my own thoughts or ignore them through the beats of my music, my messy
unorganized walls tell a lot about me, with each poster it tells a story or a
thought, I admire each one of them, as they hold strongly onto the wall with
only small scraps of blue tack keeping them there.
My room is always dark, even with the light on, It seems what
little power is keeping the bulb alight is not enough to spread out his
rays and fill my whole bedroom with life. This results in a lot of re-arranging
of objects in the room to try and achieve good quality call time. Dark red
curtains drape down over windows, which supply what little light does attempt
to break in. in early hours of the day.
A lot of things in this room are not even mine, their things left
behind after my older sisters moved out and have just been discarded under my
bed or in dusty corners, unseen, unheard. The floor is not comfortable on
relaxed feet, because most of the time curious cats like to tread in litter
specs all over this floor which makes little stones uncomfortable to stand on.
There is a small table in the corner of this room, rounded at the sides with
stick like legs. Usually I dump all my unnecessary books and paper on there,
every week it’s cluttered with useless scraps no matter how many times I
attempt to tidy it up a bit.
Entertaining consoles sit beside the small television, which needs
to be fiddled with every time I desire to play a game. The consoles are not a
sign of a spoilt child but of a grateful and careful one. I look after these
consoles for what they are, not what their worth. I took them from their
original home in the living room and saved them from my monstrous younger
sisters: One dying Xbox, I'm always afraid of its last day before it’s claimed
by the red ring of death. A PS3 that only gets attention when the feeling of
anger or annoyance need to be consumed, by games instead of being let out on
something softer and more fragile. The Nintendo Wii is oldest and babied a lot
because of its more delicate system compared to the others.
Sturdy drawers stand in my room, one which supports the television
and consoles whereas the other rocks unsteadily like a tree about to be cut
down. So I only put light things such as make up and hygienic things on there,
unfortunately I do not use the make up as much as my older sister would like or
recommend. The small mirror above these drawers is pretty useless because of
the low light which often results in eyeliner stabbing my eyeball. Although
this drawer is unstable at the best of times it still holds a lot of important
things unlike its brother that only hold my clothing. This drawer holds a lot
of educational things that will aid me in the future.
