My dream room

Have you ever thought about what your dream room would be like? I know I have. I always pictured my room to be kind of like Batman’s lair, my secret man cave, where I could do things on my own terms. It would be a place where I wouldn’t have to act a certain way for people. It would have a gigantic closet that would be pretty much as big as the room itself. My room would not only be a room where I slept, it would be my sanctuary, my haven. I always imagined my room to be a warm genial place, but also seem sort of mysterious. Inviting, yet also foreboding. After a long day of school, I could just go walk into my glowing yellow, and black blue room, and be alone for a while, a place where I could feel like I just melted away with the surroundings. When I walked in, I would be transported to a different place, a place where I could feel at ease. I could play and act childish if I wanted, no one could see me. I could run around with my blanket, and pretend I was a super hero, or I could go jump on my bed until I fell down exhausted, panting and sweaty. Then do it all over again. I could sit at my oak wood work desk, and do my homework quietly, or go play with my Legos. After I finished, I could go lie down on my bright green bed, grab a snack out of one of the many secret cubby holes, and simply, sleep. Other than my bedroom, I would also have a humungous closet, as big as my bedroom where I could hide all my stuff. My closet would have many little hatches in the ground, randomly spaced, to put valuable things in. For fun, I could hide in the hatches myself, and feel like a little boy again. I could disappear and scare my mother, just like I did when I was five. My closet would also have a pullout bed on the wall, if a guest came. The most special of all, the closet would have a grand bathroom. A sterling white marble restroom, with a shower and two sinks. My closet would be a safe house for me. Just like my bedroom. My room would not only be a place where I