My Room Essay

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My Room As I walk up the stairs in my house, as I enter the door of my room。 My room, with its painted walls and chipping brown floors, it’s simple rug, its furnishings, it’s mess, and its junk。 I am free of school here, no longer is the bell demanding haste, in my room I do as I please. My room is my sanctuary from the outside; its four walls serving as the walls of my castle. My fortress against haste and hurry, school and teachers, as well as the assignments and projects haunt my sleep. My room it is a place of peace, separate from hustle and bustle; indeed, my room is full of quiet. There is, in my room, a towering brown closet, two white book shelves, a white cabinet with a glass panel, my squawking loft bed, my brother’s loft bed, the green curtains, my messy desk, and the dirty rug. For each of these there is a purpose in its existence; a reason in its being. As you enter into my room, you are greeted by our two messy shelves, to the right of you, and in front of you, both of them full of odds and ends which outnumber the books themselves. The shelves line the brown closet, to your right and my silver bed to the front you. As you advance to the middle of my junk-filled room, more of the furniture greets your eye. Behind you is towering closet, and to your right is the white cabinet and Kirk’s loft-bed sheltering his messes and his little makeshift desk on your left is my bed and my desk, each with their animals, junk, and mess covering each, as well as my little cubby-hole, full of stuff, hidden away from view. In front of you are the green curtains that protect us from prying eyes as we sleep and the door to the porch, and finally below you is the rug, greeting you with dinosaur pattern covered with dust and grime. Through the door is the porch, surrounded by bare walls and a cement floor. The porch oversees the street and our front yard, watching all
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