As I sit bundled up in a warm, grey football hoodie with my gigantic green blanket, I say to myself, “Where is my favorite place to be?” Well that’s easy, it’s in my room. My room is the one place I can be me. I can be content by myself in this room, or happily laying watching TV with my baby sister and brother. When sitting on my soft green, brownish flower bed with my lime green sheet, fluffy purple cylinder pillow, I look around my room and I notice that all my walls are different yet they all tie perfectly together. On the wall at the end of my door i have a walkin closet. On my wall I have an array of sad poems and drawings. My hung up clothing looking like a tall, tall tower full of gossip,style,taste and color. My assortment of neon colored nail polishes lined up so neatly like little soldiers ready for battle. green, purples, blues, oranges, the list could go on forever. And the many perfumes, facial masks, moisturizers are too many to count. On my top shelf is where I place my photos, one of which is my favorite. The one of myself, my sister and brother. Every time I glance over at it, it makes me smile. That same smile I had on my face the day it was taken. On the same wall behind my wall is a large, rectangular shaped window with modern, tan, bamboo looking blinds. across from my window is my dresser. It’ s a light brown color. Almost the same color as warm, golden, brown bread thats just come out of the oven. On top of my dresser is my shiny,copper decoration with my initials and my sweet 16 doll that looks like me. My doll is a girl with curly hair in a strapless blue dress and white throwover around her shoulders.
Looking to my left the wall is mainly covered by large, grand,fancy mirrors. When I do my makeup in the morning, my mirror is smooth, cold, and refreshing to the touch of it ,as I wipe the smudges of mascara and liquid black eyeliner off of it. Above my mirror is a picture ...
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