My Room In Writing

Pushing your way through the lavender colored door, the first thing you would probably see in my small room about ten feet by twelve feet, to your far left is my messy bed. My bed, leaning toward the corner of two intersecting walls, lay on a black metal frame. The mattress is covered with a green lightly striped with a darker olive green, comforter that gently hugs it. Pillows wrapped with a white pillow cover, covered with faded pink, blue, and green flowers are bunched up toward the corner of the same intersecting wall. To the right side of my bed under a rectangle shaped window with four panels and two of which can slide open and close. The window is draped with two separate curtains; the top one being an arc shape has little green leaf details on the bottom and the bottom one being short enough to cover the bottom portion of the window and also has green leaf decal on the bottom. My nightstand is a fake wood that has a peachy kind of wood bought at walmart. Placed on my night stand is my alarm clock, a small little organizer shelf, a tissue box that sits right above the organizer, a red kiss candy shaped ceramic container, my lotion, and a bunch of little trinkets. To the right of my night stand, leaning on the right wall, is my computer desk. Small but enough to fit my tiny laptop with connect to the socket in the wall. On that same wall is my closet. An organizer hangs from the brown wood sliding door. Sitting in the center of my room is a green rug with little pink and brown flowers printed on it.