My Room

Sunlight beamed through the 
windows and my filled my room. 
Through the warm light dust 
danced around in the air. The 
rustic oak floors were shiny 
and I could feel the tiny bumps 
and grooves as I slid my fingers 
across the surface. My bed was 
gigantic as if it belonged in 
a castle. As I climbed into it 
I sunk deep down into my powder 
pink silk comforter and felt 
like I was being held by a cloud. 
Above me was a white net canopy. 
It wrapped around my bed as I 
slept. Some mornings I would 
wake up to a few lady bugs or
dirt daubers resting on the 
outside of it. And my walls... 
I could stare at them for hours. 
From the bottom there was wild 
and tall grass painted all shades 
of green, just like the field
outside my windows. The tiny 
wallpaper field fairies danced 
along the light blue walls and 
into the white sponge painted 
clouds. Underneath my bed I
carved my name into the white 
baseboard. 

It was the most beautiful place 
in the world. 


-meb

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