My Bedroom

I walked into my house and set my suitcase down in the living room. I’ve been in Florida for a week and I am exhausted with a capital E. I miss Florida a lot but it was nice to be home away from the scorching hot heat. I walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water since there really is nothing to eat since we had to clear our fridge of all food before we left. I anxiously walk up my hard wooden stairs up to the level where my room would be on. I’m going to be honest; I forgot how I left my room before departing for the trip so when I walk in it is going to be a bit of a surprise. I approach my room and slowly turn the cold, hard metal handle. I open the door and flip the light switch and I notice the dim lighting I left my room with. My off-white elegant chandelier only has one light bulb working out of the three. I’ll have to change that after. I look around the room and notice all the clothes and random objects scattered around my room. There are books and shoes and makeup and all sorts of things on the floor. I must have forgotten to clean up after packing. Across the room, I see my bed neatly covered in a purple zebra print duvet. As I walk across the charcoal carpeted floor, I use as much caution as I can to not step on something that could hurt me but I still do. I feel like I’m walking across a pit of hot rocks. No matter how hard I try, there is always some hard or pointy object that happens to find its way under my foot. I reach my bed and flop into the soft and fuzzy duvet. I could’ve landed on a pile of clouds and won’t have known the difference. I can still smell the downy scented pillows as I bury my head into the heap of fluffiness. I flip onto my back and sit up observing the condition of the rest of the room. I realize that there is a lot of built up dust from things being untouched for a while. I look to my right where my desk with my makeup and hair supplies lay and seeing one of my two curling irons reminds me of when I was getting ready to go to downtown Disney for dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant with my family. That was my first time having bread dipped in oil and covered with garlic. I remember the crunchy crust of the bread and the soft inside of it. The oil added a rich taste to the bread and the garlic contributed a strong scent that added extra flavour to the natural bland bread. I flash out of my day dream and come back into reality, staring at the lavender coloured walls. I haven’t even been in my room for 10 minutes and I’m already tired of his colour. It’s not bright enough. As I sit on my bed I get this weird feeling, almost like I’m in a foreign place but I’m not sure why. It doesn’t seem right to me. Right then, I remember that is night time and I can’t hear the usual chirping of the birds or the constant swishing of cars. It’s very calm in the Groot household right now which is very usual. It must be because everyone’s so tired. I don’t hear the usual barking of my dogs either but that’s because they were at the kennels for the week. We’ll pick them up tomorrow, but for now I’m focused on getting to bed as fast as I can. I tip toe over to where my white makeup desk sits and grab a soft cotton pad out of the plastic, clear drawers where my cosmetics usually lay. I pick up the eye makeup remover, pour a small amount on the cotton and wipe the soft pad across my eye while looking in the dirty mirror. Looks like I’m going to have to clean that too. After I finish that and brush my hair, I take to little steps over to the tall, white wardrobe I keep beside m desk and open the first drawer. This drawer is relatively new so I can still smell the pine that the wood was made from. I pull out a pair of soft pajama shorts and a loose blue shirt and change into that before hoping into my bed once again. I pull the covers over me and I feel like I’m being wrapped in a burrito. The relaxing environment helps me fall asleep almost instantly as my head hits the pillows.