The door of this teenage fortress is of particle board, with a wood veneer finish. On the other side of it lie both my squash and Badminton rackets hanging on a custom-made racket holder.
The walls, painted light blue (one of the only parent-sanctioned colors available), bestows a calming effect to the overall atmosphere in the cramped room and matches well with the white pitted tile floor. Lately, one can barely see the fading paint on the wall as it has been covered with wallpapers and posters of different sizes and content—some dealing with religion, others about music, and a few of countries I wish to visit.
My dresser, which stands across from the foot of my bed, and is also made of particle board, compliments the door. The dresser itself is brown with six drawers, sets of three side by side. A square-shaped mirror stands at the top of the dresser. The face of this old antique mirror projects the entirety of the room.
My study desk, positioned transversely from my dresser, has a hutch in which I display a collection of 2010 Olympic coins. The hutch is enclosed by thick see-through glass protecting it from collapsing as it is often covered with numerous academic textbooks.
Looking from my door inward, you can see my queen-sized bed, its sheets, blankets and pillows positioned perfectly every morning by my mother. The comforter on my bed is orange, white, and dark blue, and it’s made by Lauren Ralph Polo. Two pillows rest at opposite ends covered by cases made of turquoise cloth, the essence of untroubled sleep. This colour forms a pleasant matching contrast with the darker blues that plainly compromise the colouring of the bedspread.
Blue curtains cover the wide fixture of my window from the brightness of the outside, and my neighbours’ wife.
Across from the head of my bed protrudes a mini-fridge which contains all of my unhealthy food cravings; namely, Doritos chips, Red Bull, double cheeseburgers, etc.
All my shoes lie in perfect alignment on the floor across from my bed. The newest-Cole Haan, Sandro Moscoloni, Merrell, Joseph Seibel- are to the right while the used and old ones are to the left.
Slightly on top of my headboard lies one of my favourite quotes, engraved on a plaque: What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful-Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama. Beside this quote stretches a map with blue pins detailing all the cities and countries that I’ve visited and an accumulating number of red pins, indicating places I wish to visit.
At the foot of my bed stands a desk which holds my 30 inch LCD TV along with a Blueray DVD player adjacent from it. Oddly, a number of video cassettes sit next to the DVD player; however, they don’t come with video cassette players anymore.
The smell of cheap potpourri air freshener is like oxygen in my room.
On my dresser stands what I deem to be my most important athletic and academic trophies and awards (mostly for best athlete and Subject awards), which are chrome plated, while the rest are in the basement.
A miniature book shelf also stands below the foot of my bed. It’s divided into two sections: the left side contains academic textbooks and the right side contains the books which my mom constantly suggests I should read but have never gotten to.
It’s a shame that soon I will be leaving this room which has nurtured me during my toughest years. It has truly been my fortress. It does not judge me; it’s impartial; it’s the safest place I know; imagination, sanity, love, hope, and personality is contained in this room; it is a refuge from all my enemies; and it is my strong suit. My room is the one place I can be free.
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