When I was a little girl I dreamed of the most extraordinary room in my mind. Being one of the four kids having my own was just a fantasy I imagined to escape reality. The reality of my little room shared with my younger sister. The room had carpet, wood panel walls, and a white ceiling with bright lights. The room had two windows the length of a chair. The closet was small and pointless. The worst feature was no door. But as a child I understood that this was all my parents could afford at the time. So the only place I had to escape to was in my mind.
I only had to close my eyes and there it was my dream room. Some images from a fairytale movie perhaps. A room so amazing it had it had to be a castle! My very own room contained white walls with pink curtains covering the huge windows. The ceiling so high you have to look up to see the top. The floor was covered in the softest carpet, so fluffy you can sleep on it. In the middle of the room, dead center laid my canopy bed. The bed so big look as if you would never fall out of it. The room also had a walk in closet, “to die for”.
Whenever I fantasized about my favorite bedroom I always added something new to it in my mind. Like a huge television, a computer etc. The bedroom just seemed so real to me at times but it wasn’t. Fanasizing about the bedroom was a great place to escape to even if it was just something in my mind. If gave me something to hope for when life was hard. After all I know have that dream room.